Brokedowns Debt Sounds Lyrics

I made a promise to the me of my dreams that I'd do my best not to see
Two dogs stuck, f*cked inside out and you are so eager to please
Empty heads empty hands stretched too far to meet the demands
Of the emptiest men who don't want to be near or see.
What passes these days as progress or a siege
What we cling to tooth and nail is a backstab pattern passing as luxury.
The hand you're holding ain't enough to beat Thanks a lit for your attempts to relate to me.
A plus at your attempts at empathy.
We're balancing on two different beams.
You got a safety net bigger than I've ever seen.
I can't find a single thread much less any rope
All you see is ash around you all they do is bitch about the smoke.
We got separate storms.

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