013 Total Scrap
Lyrics
the frame is rotten beneath the gold
a dying engine trained to obey
they offer a seat, a measured space
a borrowed flaw with a borrowed face
not the clean, not the brave, not the pure
only the ones who quietly endure
they need a shadow to carry the blame
a broken flint that won’t spark a flame
the quota’s a leash with a velvet shine
a gentle way to ration pain in line
they hunt the stained, they prize the cracked
reflections of what they always lacked
a saint’s a threat, the truth’s a crime
in a house built on borrowed time
every open door comes with a hidden fee
a velvet trap dressed up as “free”
no more repair, no hollow reform
no painted walls for a coming storm
the rust is the bone, the blood is the mud
the garden’s gone to the rising flood
grind the gears into heavy dust
feed the machine to its rust
total scrap - ceiling down to the floor
leave no name at the door
i wore the badge, i knew the rules
i learned the language
i used the tools - signed my name where the ink wore thin
called it “living”, called it a win
the structure breathes, but only smoke
a silent rite till the spirit broke
no point fixing what feeds on failure
no prayers left for a ship with no sail
a field designed where nothing grows
a surplus of hunger nobody knows
if every stitch keeps pulling tight
then cutting clean’s the only will
don’t save the parts, don’t keep the name
their history’s a house of shame
not a fix, not a change, not a sign
just the cut - a clean line
no more repair, no hollow reform
no painted walls for a coming storm
the rust is the bone, the blood is the mud
the garden’s gone to the rising flood
grind the gears into heavy dust
feed the machine to its rust
total scrap - ceiling down to the floor
leave no name at the door
inspection’s done
clear the site, erase the sound
burn the blueprint - start again
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