Listen children
Don't give up on this world we're living
An endless chorus of beeping
And countless digits
We're praying to god from these holes
That we're digging

Ohh
I get that it's all cataclysmic and
Someday we'll fall
What good is a warning?
Like old men before me
I'll rise up and meet the road

I have no fear of the crashing
Of the tumbling market
Why bother saving
With holes in my pockets?

It's all
A relic someday
We cannot look back and wonder
What money paid for

hold on lover
it's never the worst that we see
there's nothing new
i would gladly talk through
tin cans with some string tied between

over land, over sea
they'll threaten as far
as there guns can reach
don't think about it
or what allowed it
just enlighten

what do I worship? send me my options
there's already too much
too much, too often
they say peace is boring
if that much is true
why am I always running towat some
persuit, I don't know

ohh now the moon is shaking
watching as his mother's taking
stock of waht has been done
soo long

I have no fear of the crashing
Of the tumbling market
Why bother saving
With holes in my pockets?
there's too many numbers
that don't mean a thing
we should carve our initials
into the machine

cause It's all
A relic someday
We cannot look back and wonder
What money paid for