I watch them fall
Just out of reach
I watch their plan get worse
I hear them slur their speech
"Pay my way, I can't survive.
Pay my way, I can't exist.
Pay my way, I'm tired of begging.
Pay my way, I've all but unraveled,
Despondent and sick."
Pay our way, we are sick of our part
Pay our way, we reach back for something to break a fall
Pay our way we've been fucked from the start
Caught unaware that finance fuels the sickness at heart
We are all sick
And these men don't care
All plush seats and bright suits
These men will never care
They're in line to have their pockets lined
In step to have us underlined
Thrown out address to avoid
Name enumerated, spit out and destroyed
I watch them fall
Just out of reach
I watch their plan get worse
I hear them slur their speech
I will never slur my speech
