Debt Sounds

I made a promise to the me of my dreams, that I'd do my best not to see
Two dogs stuck, fucked inside out and you are so eager to please
Empty heads and empty hands stretched too far to meet
The demands of the emptiest men who don't want to be near or seen

What passes these days for progress or a siege
And what we cling to tooth and nail is a backstab pattern passing as luxury

The hand, the hand, the hand you're holding
It ain't enough to beat
The hand, the hand, the hand you're folding
So make it quick and clean
It's not giving up, 'cause giving up at least has an end

Thanks a lot for your attempts to relate to me
(We got separate storms)
A+ at your attempts at empathy
(We got separate storms)
We're balancing on two different beams
(We got separate storms)
You got a safety net that's bigger than I've ever seen
(We got separate storms)

I can't find a single thread much less any rope
All you see is ash around you all they do is bitch about the smoke

The hand, the hand, the hand you're holding
It ain't enough to beat
The hand, the hand, the hand you're folding
So make it quick and clean
It's not giving up, 'cause giving up at least has an end