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Vessels/ VassalsAll we’ve got to sell is our backs and our fingersFor a roof and a fire, ceded our humanity There’s no one to blame Your god’s will is man’s reign anyway Praise be to him from whom all blessings flow The key to the gates of the silo be sanctified The myth is repeated, our will is defeated We become vessels No designs Our actions are stoking the furnace Are denied When ashes and smoke will replace us This tragic austerity under your aegis Below where one’s seed can find no purchase Spitting on beggars won’t free you from privation Mining the harbors don’t make you a patriot Spitting on beggars won’t keep you from being one Mining the harbors This tragic austerity under your aegis Below where one’s seed can find no purchase The blood from our hands makes no assurance Collective fury not scratching the surface Collaboration is stoking the furnace Where ashes and smoke will replace us What’s civilized about fucking enslavement? What’s so enlightened about making us buy what we already own? |