Moving Target - Brother's Keeper

Even when I cover my ears, I can still see the faces

And even when I shut my eyes, I can still hear the voices

'Cause the walls are speaking to me

'Cause the streets are screaming at me

Don’t you know there’s a target hanging over my head?

And can’t you see, my surroundings have been turned against me

How can we be just products of our environment?

How can we be

When the products are all we see?

Sweet commerce is in the air tonigh

And the streets read like a fucking magazine

Turning tricks for the corporate pimps

Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah

Turning tricks for the corporate pimps

Can’t stand still on the battlefields

Everyday, those voices speak to you

You swear that you’re not listening

But you’re doing exactly what they tell you to

An image with a phrase designed to manipulate

Work like slaves just to grease the wheels with a few dollar bills

Turning tricks for the corporate pimps

Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah

Turning tricks for the corporate pimps

Can’t stand still on the battlefields

Can’t stand still on the battlefields

You know they can’t market a moving target

Can’t stand still on the battlefields

And you know they can’t fuck with this

Can’t stand still on the battlefields

Can’t stand still on the battlefields