Gifts of Destruction and Disorder

You keep your voice down flying low

Just like they hoped you would

You stick to what you know

Head down for the greater good

You keep your ink on the pages

Never minding the words

Digging holes for unjust wages

We sing in cages just like birds

In destruction and disorder what does appear?

Who knows, who knows

We lay the brick and mortar

Let the ship to steer

Where it goes?

Who knows!

Hear that train, hear that train

It comes for you

In destruction and disorder what does appear?

Who knows, who knows

We lay the brick and mortar

Let the ship to steer

Where it goes, where it goes

Who knows!