What instruments could inspire, we ask ourselves
cloven copper wire or a sphere of iron?
Expect no easy ride with foreign funds
but our golden tongues arrive
and that’s all we’ll ever require

Follow the roots to water where leaves of green reside
but no grove of ash nor oak will keep plain limbs alive
Do we shed the wasted or replace it?
I cannot decide

Seasick for the ride through that turbulent tide
of our budgets next rewrite
when our necks expect the knife
You counted beans all night
You laid our claim on a purse of silver names
while wasting your golden gains

Just to follow the roots to water where leaves of green reside
but no grove of ash nor oak will keep plain limbs alive
Do we shed the wasted or replace it?
I cannot decide

You say there’s not enough to survive
Well I guess we better not even try

You’ve got a map and it leads forward
and we’re still standing still
Or it seems from where you see
but you’re not seeing me
As the numbers read our cost it exceeds
I guess we’ll all just fucking leave