Sure As Debt - 13 & God

Dust collects on the distance runner

Did you wake up to feeding trees to the machine?

A rib shown on your pig bank

your profits of Slowdeath dissolved off into electric bills

More blood in the bucket of what?

More blood in the bucket of…(what?)

Your deepest debts

and to the fair fair Bank of America

And you would mention time between the yawning black behind your skull

The rushing of your mouth around your boots, drugged in luck of your wound

to every morrow the sting of gone pilasters

and you’re hollow beside a side of rent cheque

Oh yeah, ladies and gents

And fools like us we go nameless to debt

Automatic tragic addict

Highest muscle on the rock, wishing you weren’t so

Simply stomach and one shelled all out em and chasing

All by your lonesome with a hand drawn map

And some old age

And some old age

Anywhere after now

needs near to the roof of your voice

lost heavy on the tongue of death suggest rest

Have you hung

And be delighting in your heights on pause

Still out em and chasing

Ill by product of the killing dream

Awoken by the sound of whole tree tops being fed to machines

Still the automatic licking quiet in the constant tether

of your many sticking and still stuck stuck stuck stuck

Panic buttons

And killers like us we so famous to debt

Automatic tragic addict

Sure as debt

d.u.s.t.c.o.l.l.e.c.t.s.

death sugests rest

by a side of rent