Rory Indiana

Empiricism

LYRIC

Slip me a nail file - so I can escape
Watching my own wake
For goodness sake

Sell a mans soul, make a pocket full of gold - the empire's out for more again

An illusion perfected, this ones for the wreck heads
Take solace in these words


Slip me a sedative, Early morning medicate - these are dangerous days my friend
Heads hang, in the balance
The mechanics of my mind
Thus always a tyrant
Like lions we rise

The medicine man has you listed, he's checking your dentures, he's got your details saved

Lay the ground beneath us, these sturdy foundations will keep these 4 walls strong

We've all been family's before
This much I know for sure
Manifest this, as you question it

There's a darkness a coming from the Quakers & shakers, givers & takers, realists & the fakers

Heads hang, in the balance
The mechanics of my mind
Thus always a tyrant
Like lions we rise

Heads hang, in the balance
The mechanics of my mind
Thus always a tyrant
Like lions we rise

Save yourself some time
My god don't you be blind

Who will fight for king and country who will wear the uniforms
Who will fight for king and country who will wear the uniforms

Heads hang, in the balance
The mechanics of my mind
Thus always a tyrant
Like lions we rise

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