In the city sun
We all bow and scrape for days as the rats congregate

What good am I to you, if I can’t sell you your beliefs?
What good am I to you, if I can’t purge you on a dime?
When all you ever do is bargain your repentance two for five

Wait, tell me you’re listening
Tell me that we’re doing well
And we’re all invisible
Say that you wear us proud
Drown us in demise

In this ocean of chemical noise
There are no miracles, only ticker tape
Live from a bomb shelter
Resurrect and celebrate

What good am I to you, if we keep talking in circles?
We send distress calls to heaven
A red light on repeat

Day after day this world grows colder
So passive and forced
Cruel and calculated
So 1984