The Trade

A stranger grows your food with a gun to your head
You've gotta sell your days just tryna be fed
We've been influenced to madness, cut our worn heart strings
I watch my children being raised by machines

There's a fire in my bones and I'm trying to restrain
I'm becoming a number and losing my name

Standing on the edge of all we think we know
Empty hearts beating in stereo
Moving faster than these feet care to go
When did we start trading red clay for silicone

The green of the land and the blue of the seas
Scorched it all for pixels in my TV screen
There's a haze in the sky and there's blood in the streets
But won't the chrome-lined gods praise all my deeds

There's a fire in my bones and I'm trying to restrain
I'm becoming a number and losing my name

Standing on the edge of all we think we know
Empty hearts beating in stereo
Moving faster than these feet care to go
When did we start trading red clay for silicone

There's a visceral pull upon my seams
With the airwaves drowning out all my screams

Standing on the edge of all we think we know
Empty hearts beating in stereo
Moving faster than these feet care to go
When did we start trading red clay for silicone
When did we start trading red clay for silicone
When did I start trading red clay for silicone



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Farlow
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