Testo di Assembly

In the city sun We all bow and scrape for days as the rats congregate What good am I to you, if I can’t sell you your beliefs? What good am I to you, if I can’t purge you on a dime? When all you ever do is bargain your repentance two for five Wait, tell me you’re listening Tell me that we’re doing well And we’re all invisible Say that you wear us proud Drown us in demise In this ocean of chemical noise There are no miracles, only ticker tape Live from a bomb shelter Resurrect and celebrate What good am I to you, if we keep talking in circles? We send distress calls to heaven A red light on repeat Day after day this world grows colder So passive and forced Cruel and calculated So 1984