building cage i can only study the blame
i can think of a word for myself but no name
question darts throw me to the dogs of progress

but they run from what really matters

raised on promises


to the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink
logic's mad and shame doesn't care what you think

the ocean's dry it's only a phantom that you fathom
but the flood comes from the desert


raised on promises

land of the known

free of the brave
they sell us ourselves
the center has moved and water bleeds from broken faces


raised on promises