ORE VENDORS lyrics

ORE VENDORS

Pickaxe matchstick ore, more ore, 

Pick up gaseous ore, more 

hold up

Slave state

It's hard to light a match in shackles 

Slave mate

It's hard to love while losing battles

 Flame plate

Balance a pork wing on the magma 

Slave state

Chains my wrists look like two saturns 

Get me out of here I'm data feared of access to the passwords we need change at least 2 symbols in a saucer

And feed it to the cat with an eighth a cup of milk 

If I place your items back will you wane your bitter ills?

Please

Just calm down

It's not all that all bad 

When I wish them a good day I'm taken as offhand 

And I dunno why

I guess I'm the typa different socially guy

In death I comply jest to the ply it's hard to boogie with hands tied in slave state 

It's hard to light a match in shackles 

Slave mate

It's hard to love while losing battles

 Flame plate

Balance a pork wing on the magma 

Slave state

Serpent's Servant to regurgitate data 

Sheep for slaughter 

sleep tomorrow 

eat their sorrow  

only the good get to leave their harrow 

blacksmith Armour

past tense charter 

passed before your birth ensures you tack all worth to faux alma mater 

That's not all I'm fond of 

I'm willing to grant you sawdust 

If you get me up out of this office

Cuz I'll be here like plastics

If this plan don't go fantastic

Tonight I bust out of the shackles

And bust through the walls of the castle 

And go out like matchsticks 

You won't make it without my tactics 

They replay on your last breath 

Repeat exactly what you just said and add that it was their epiphany 

You kidding me? Add shit to shit that we endure 

hold up

What do you know about it 

I am extreme low amount

BacKnowledge in my REM 

Tarnished pennies in the sofa now 

See me  tossed off

Blurring my talk off 

Is it my hand like Southpaw 

Or a flame intent hot sauce ?

I feel it but that's not at all causality 

But it's my best attempt to try to explain all this naturally 

I look around and see society a smoker's atrophy  

With each individual suffering the loneliest tragedies  

Slave shift day end and don't know which is worse 

Goodnight, sweet dreams, okay it's time to go to work

Get up, get your boots on

Transform sleeping giant to conform like a futon 

Sign your hands and feet away Adorned in a Stupor 

Completely forgot about your plans for a loophole 

(Hard to light a match in shackles)