R. MADRIGAL

Lyrics

Always something
to keep me busy
Nothing is ever the same
Hounded by
A hateful nature
When the beasts are
In charge of the game

Is there something
To keep me coming
Back to something
So rare
I keep something
For these situations
Always close at hand


Obvious change in the air
A faint sound
Silent attack
With no warning
Is it common for trauma
To hold you,
Is it hunting for something

I’m not quite
The social pillar
But I bleed
And I die just the same
Experience
Is for the privileged
As The masses are
Drowning in debt

Scratching at
The cold hard surface
Of the life
That you’ll never have
Fortunes bought
A clueless nation
Now they farm us
With their demands