They Couldn't Make A Penny Off A Dead Man

Steph Something & Matt Kaprelian I see you in moments and depths of despair There's nothing more poignant than what isn't there You make your decisions with scalpel precision Declaring your stance by sheer rote and revision This is life Inside the machine This is life Behind the facade of the American dream There is sweat on your brow and blood on your feet The river's too wide and still waters too deep There is pain in your suffering that has no reprieve The story's unending, the snake eats it’s tale eternally This is life Inside the machine This is life Behind the facade of the American dream In a moment of enlightenment filled with Despair You take to your bed as you shake out your Hair Too much pain when awake and too much Regret Even when battered and bruised and cut to the Quick And in the knowledge of wisdom that hits like a Ba, ba, ba, ba brick As when opposites attract unlike magnets Reversed Where Eve is engendered as Adam Returned to the earth While traditions are broken And favors Withdrawn In the hope of a new age Pandemonium is born There is pain in the knowledge There is No kingdom come So much pain to endure When the truth is undone So gather up the pieces all tattered and torn Let the darkness evolve as the light is foregone They never gave you a fight, no you never ever had a shot The lie is more biblical more often than not This is life Inside the machine This is life Behind the facade of the American dream You're standing alone as the ruins remain Another reminder as you Are writhing in pain Because they couldn’t Make a penny off a dead man, no Because they couldn’t Make a penny off a dead man, no Because they couldn’t Make a penny off a dead man, no So they decided to kill nice and Slow