Dope Cloud - Protomartyr

Agent intellect knocks and says

«Again, again, again»

The saltmine racist gang

The spoils of the pizza king

That’s not gonna save you, man

That’s not gonna save you, man

The oligarch lenders' guile

The largesse of the Lombard Bank

That’s not gonna save you, man

That’s not gonna save you, man

The halls of gold are theirs

You’re only renting space

That’s not gonna save you, man

That’s not gonna save you, man

But what will?

What what will?

The dope cloud

That’s descending

On this town

Is blowing gold dust

Into the pockets

Of the undeserving

And I’m wrung out

I’m wrung out

The dope cloud

That’s descending

All over this town

Is blowing gold dust

Into the pockets

Of the undeserving

And I’m wrung out

I’m wrung out

This ancient microphone

And the lungs behind that creak

That’s not gonna save you, man

That’s not gonna save you, man

You dedicated your life to prayer

You suffered in silence, there

That’s not gonna save you, man

That’s not gonna save you, man

Your passive mind that thinks

«Perhaps my ship’s come in»

That’s not gonna save you, man

That’s not gonna save you, man

Agent intellect knocks and says

«Again, again, again»

That’s not gonna save you, man

It’s not gonna save you, man