House That Ain't a Home (feat. Maya Law, Freya Roy & Galli)

So fragile, slave to the cent A test for the sentient, obedient, upon this sediment Call it hostile, cooped up in a space we rent Our contract says zero, where is our heaven-sent hero Looks like we got Boris instead As the doctors cry goodbye to love The sky is blue from time to time It's not enough What about the fist that moves to tough at night The voice that stirs, keeps your chest tight We won't hear those cries Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime Now you wanna get gone I see the fear behind your eyes You wanna get yourself by I understand but I don't know why We are disposable, I know But what makes you not so My head goes to those In a house that ain't a home I'm bored, sure But I'm not sore I picked up like the wind, blow it all away Like satan to the sin, burnt it all away Coz it ain't fair game with the words you play When the card comes out I'll watch you turn away Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime