Mourning Sickness Lyrics

industry that holds whatever we become
take some time to learn and love your noble son

hold the palms and help the wicked ways in which
teachers roam, altough just not for everyone

oh, you're so aligned
come that morning tide
you've got all the questions
locked up and signed

papers down, the turning sands are on their way
we don't love the blacks and browns that we don't hate
fortresses, they lie amongst the ones that have
healing skin for us and them and everyone

oh, you're so aligned
come that morning tide
you've got all the questions
locked up and signed

industry
industry
industry
industry