Turnscrews Lyrics

This is a bullet for the dead god

Outmoded and sick

A dirty polemic for an old fraud

Running out of new tricks

Live from my father's debris

Alienated by what I see

Does anything belong to me

Or have I been deceived

It picks apart all the carrion

And says it's for you

It would cannibalize it's own flesh

If it turned a better revenue

Phantom limbs reach everywhere

Tearing down yours to get what's theirs

The third world lives like a target

But that's the cost of freedom in a buyer's market

All that is solid melts into air

Hypernormalized, but I don't care

Are you happy with where we're at?

Are you feeling fulfilled?

You're in control of your life

But just within the limits of the script they've built

It's not equipped for empathy

marginalizing so mercilessly

Oh, you think it's all supply and demand

Well here comes the invisible hand

All that is solid melts into air

Hypernormalized, but I don't care

If it's coming for them, then it's coming for you

Futures on life have been devalued

Maintain, decay, and compose

A cycle designed to centralize in the home

Wealth, power, control

A cycle designed for those who are in the know

We have been remanded and cannot step out

It has been demanded that we taste the ground

You may not see them, it's certain they see you

Freedom is contingent upon turning screws