Assembly - Gatherers

In the city sun

We all bow and scrape for days as the rats congregate

What good am I to you, if I can’t sell you your beliefs?

What good am I to you, if I can’t purge you on a dime?

When all you ever do is bargain your repentance two for five

Wait, tell me you’re listening

Tell me that we’re doing well

And we’re all invisible

Say that you wear us proud

Drown us in demise

In this ocean of chemical noise

There are no miracles, only ticker tape

Live from a bomb shelter

Resurrect and celebrate

What good am I to you, if we keep talking in circles?

We send distress calls to heaven

A red light on repeat

Day after day this world grows colder

So passive and forced

Cruel and calculated

So 1984

Everyone, everywhere

Shed yourselves of everything and gather in the street

We’re falling to pieces

We’re so pulled apart and we fight with no purpose

We’re all disassembled from the start

And on the day we die

We’ll ascend into heaven to a sign on the door

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