listen children don t give up on this world were livin in an endless chorus or beepin countless digits were prayin to god from these holes that were digin oh i get get that it s all cataclysmic and someday we ll fall what good is a warning like old men before me i ll rise up and meet the road i have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market why bother saving with holes in my pockets it s all a relic someday we can not look back and wonder what money paid for oh gone lover it s never the words that we see there s nothing new i would gladly talk through tin cans with some strings tied between over land over sea they ll threaten you as far as their gun can reach don t think about it or what allowed it just enlighten what do i worship send me my options there s already too much too much too often they say peace is warring if that much is true why am i always running to what s in pursuit i don t know oh now the moon is shaking watch it as his mothers taken stock of water has been done soo more i have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market why bother saving with holes in my pockets there s too many lovers that don t mean a thing we should carve our initials into the machine cause it s all a relic someday we can not look back and wonder what money paid for