Nails کے بول

See the buildings rising up See the buildings crumble down Hear a million voices scream for silence Automated tasks, repetition beat into the ground All these great things that we've made Sewn with rotten string Destined for defeat right from the beginning You can't learn from past mistakes Unless you admit they're made There's more to history Than the cliff notes we all read in second grade The biggest criminals in town Can be spotted fairly quick They like to dress in dark blue suits And carry nightsticks Make people feel warm and safe Intimidate and isolate The elegant sip chardonnay, put on a happy face Days filled with consumption and desolate space You can hire one thousand slaves To build this house for you Or you can utilize your own tools These nails can build anything we want them to Let's build a place where we can choose The lives we're living