A Comforting Notion

A common man cries
He cries til he blows
His weaponised groans
Colloquial words and crevices cursed
They won't believe it
The boogeyman points
He beats them to paper, so thin, so fragile

Marxism freshens, a folly ideal
A comforting notion
Fine burial down, down, down

Remove the chains, my wrists are in strain
Remove the chains, my wrists are in strain
Remove the chains, my wrists are in strain
Remove the chains, my wrists are in

So low on the food chain that you're underground
This slippery slope slips forever
There is no hope around

Marxism freshens, a folly ideal
A comforting notion
Fine burial down, down

Remove the chains, my wrists are in strain
Remove the chains, my wrists are in strain
Remove the chains, my wrists are in strain
Remove the chains, my wrists are in

This wild man grows
This wild man pays
Decision grows quickly
Quickly in its pace
Pressure pisses past
This is not wire
This is not liar
I am desire

Purple man grows
Wild man pays
Decision dedicated to get a fucking wage
Peaceful protest, yes
Mega gun fires
Machines aren't just wires
There's art and desire