Doom - The Hidden Cameras

We can’t escape

No, we can’t attempt to cool

We’ve given chips

We don’t feed to the rich

With iron hips we deplore our own depths

It’s our own mistake

And we hold to please the man

We change our names

We don’t know bleeding far

Our own mistakes

We are caught by what’s that stench

Dealer’s met

What it means to be afraid

So far we are

With love with us

That pan upholds

The peek for water and the trees

We fool ourselves

In thinking this is happiness

We hold the nerve

To our breast

Malicious words

Become the only tone on our skin

The sky is blue

But the blindfold gives us black

Green grace

Because we know we are doomed

We have bills to pay

And parties to attend

But all we do

Is hold the dirt

And if art we are

We learn where’s the bar

That tech off sends you in the dark

This spawn of a job

That is the problem for tomorrow

Our patience is who we are