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Trading Tokens

from First Attempt by Under

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Pockets rattle, rattle loud.
Hand to god, hand to mouth.
Some hands tighten, others spill,
always feeding, never filled.
Life is work, it fills the time,
earned minutes, stolen lives.
Pockets rattle, now you're deaf,
trading tokens are all that's left.

Sounds a battle, awful loud,
million hands, dozen mouths,
stacked like change, spent and killed.
Child eaters never filled.
Bloody work blood money buys,
earn a living stealing lives.
Screaming pigs, the meat farm's deaf,
Trading tokens drawing breath.

Bedposts rattle, rattle loud.
Cries to god from moaning mouths.
Muscles tighten, fluids spill,
penetrated, never filled.
Body work paid in sighs,
we're the change us little lives.
Work's the value of our breath,
we all get traded,
nothing's left.

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from First Attempt, released June 10, 2015
Music by Under, lyrics by Matt Franklin

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