Am(Eric)an Jay - PsyOps #wegotnext Movement!
PsyOps/Music Video/ Song Poetry
Lyrics:
It’s blazing hot
Like the desert pass mid-day
Starved for the rain
He works hard with no shame
His aim hasn’t came
His hands smell of melting steel and sweat
It’s acid rain, pouring down the factory’s gutter drains
It’s soul aching, back breaking pain,
His hands are shaking, bones rattle like the rain
His thunderous face hides deepening pain inside
Lightning behind his eyes signifies faint demise
He inhales fumes, slowly chipping away at his health
His lungs are vacuums, take in foul air cough up from the chest
It’s never ending, steam quickly fogging up the hands of time
There’s no transcending, only descent into dark denial
It’s soul aching, back breaking pain,
His hands are shaking, bones rattle like the rain
His thunderous face hides deepening pain inside
Lightning behind his eyes signifies faint demise
It’s gut- wrenching, slow crippling pain
He’s marked with shackles bound by invisible chains
Freedom’s only minutes into the parking lot
If you hear of this place run for it and never stop
They’ll work you like an animal until you drop
And busy your mind so much you’ll never think a thought
It’s soul aching, back breaking pain,
His hands are shaking, bones rattle like the rain
His thunderous face hides deepening pain inside
Lightning behind his eyes signifies faint demise
It’s gut- wrenching, slow crippling pain
He’s marked with shackles bound by invisible chains
Freedom’s only minutes into the parking lot
If you hear of this place run for it and never stop
They’ll work you like an animal until you drop
And busy your mind so much you’ll never think a thought
Fading in…
Fading in…
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