The Manufacturer

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The coffin they built for us
its flat plastic
holds all the
weight of sorrow

The cancer it forms
the ulcers it tears
the sleep that it steals
out of unending stress

Every dollar spent is a tragedy
who breathes our air and walks our streets

Potential for a new start with every sentient thought
Embarassment for the way that we'd treat our own
no one feeling guilt and no on takes a stand
this gift of life is precious

Between out stretched arms
and fattened belts
is the truth
we could do more

To kidnap and murder
to worship a TV
What's life worth?
when you have none.

From making up stories
wrapped in more lies
and told again as laws

Can we call this home?
Can we call this life?
Anyone without a stage
without a voice, without a care

Everyone has a story
Anyone I'd rather not be
cause billions won't get the chance and I'm sure they'd rather
we've reached critical mass
and hopelessly
held down

we will never get it back
we gave up enough freedom
under this hopeless guise

No more excuses
No more self doubt
cause you've gone deaf
without hearing you speak
without reading their words
with no marks left on the earth

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from Who Knew the Storm, released August 17, 2010

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