Minting Angels Lyrics

Race to the bottom at a breakneck pace

Fear and suspicion occupy your face

Follow the outcome but deny the cause

Busy defending, never taking a pause

Weaponized good guys, they sit on their thumbs

Try to look fierce, but the oeuvre is dumb

Go to your corner and you mumble your chant

Reaching for logic, but you see you just can't

We're minting angels

Cranking them out like a broken factory

We know it's painful

Still we continue

We think it makes us free

So we cry

And we scream

Proud and disdainful and dying in this dream

Still minting angels

Twisted and shameful

The end game of extremes

Leaders who follow

Policy pays

Lovers of profit

This domestic malaise

Killers of children

Grownups and death

Exceptionalism to their dying breath

We're minting angels

Cranking them out like a broken factory

We know it's painful

Still we continue

We think it makes us free

So we cry

And we bleed

Proud and disdainful

Still dying in this dream

Still minting angels

Curious pastime

A debt we can't redeem