perpetual motion sickness

You swallow all the silence And beg the noise to stay
We live upon the fractures Waiting for the dam to break
You drink from endless fountains And paint the night freehand
You’re never in the wake but Damned if you’re not how it starts to spin

Why bother the strings as they are pulled
We only believe what we are told

We weight the cost of life And kill without concern
We hang on every handshake Waiting for the door to burn
You carve the map for profit Then say it’s what we chose
We choke on quiet progress Lost beneath the charm of endless spin

Why bother the strings as they are pulled
We only believe what we are told
It’s perpetual motion
It’s a lie that we believe
Fall in love with a nation

You dance on greater headstones,
Greater backs, then claim domain
Our lives have been your trade off
Selling chaos wins again

 

And again, and again….
Lost beneath the weight of endless spin