Custom Concern লিরিক্স

The custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples to wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me to reach for my shoes And then walk Gotta go to work Gotta go to work Gotta have a job Goes through the parking lot fields Didn't see no signs that they would yield and then thought This'll never end This'll never end This'll never stop Message read on the bathroom wall said I don't feel at all like I fall And we're losing all touch Losing all touch Building a desert