Industry

You are not alone my brother

I have always been with you,

Have we eaten something deadly

Something poisonous consumed.

I just longed for days that were simple

When books still held the golden keys,

But I know that to be an illusion

Know that they were never that way.

I'm not a God Damn machine man

I've got two arms and two eyes,

Guess this is what we lost sight of

Swallowed it with no reply.

Will what this world's made of me

Bring only venting of hatred on my family

Fruit of my labor the desecration of everything sacred to me.

Victims of this great temper, the pent up frustration living has buried in me,

Brought down upon the ones that I love and those who I sing these songs for.

I just long for days that were simple

When books still held the golden keys,

But I know that to be an illusion

Know that they were never that way.

It's been years since I screamed out at the sky

Like my father, a choice to make the decision was mine

Every son can blame this.

I'm not that man, drop it repeat,

It's not what happens it's how it's dealt with.

Your not that man drop it repeat

There's only so much that's in our hands.

The casing for this powerful spirit

Tires but is strengthened by whats been put before

Everyone must spend their due time

Feeling sick, so sick inside

There's a certain sense of violence

In the way a family takes place.