The people get what the people want, and you’ve been getting but you’re still in the hunt
Can you tell me what you’re aiming for?
You say you feel like you’ve been broke on the wheel, but baby that’s not how you’re meant to feel
Isn’t time to retake control (or was it never yours anyway?)
Taught to sow the wind you faithfully complied, and now you try to reap the whirlwind as you cry
You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, you’re a grave digger, you work your fingers to the bone
You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, You’re a grave digger, and the grave you dig’s your own
The voice is low, and it’s soothing, and it’s telling you that you can have it all
That everything by right to you belongs, do you wonder how deep the conspiracy goes?
Another present when the workday is done, do you smile back at the box when it comes?
Does it hold you in the palms of its hands?
The people want what the people get, and you’ve been getting but you haven’t got there it yet
A little bit more and you’re sure it’ll fade (but you know desire doesn’t work that way)
It doesn’t reek of class, but stinks of desperation, and in the end you’ve only bought yourself frustration
released August 5, 2020
Dan Stalilonis - Vox
Grant Gholson - Guitars, Vox
Mike Bailey - Lead Guitars
Tyler Wolff-Ormes - Keys
Nate Urbansky - Drums
Andrew Price - Bass
Bethany Thomas - Vox