Rory Indiana - Empiricism lyrics

Slip me a nail file - so I can escape Watching my own wake For goodness sake Sell a mans soul, make a pocket full of gold - the empire's out for more again An illusion perfected, this ones for the wreck heads Take solace in these words Slip me a sedative, Early morning medicate - these are dangerous days my friend Heads hang, in the balance The mechanics of my mind Thus always a tyrant Like lions we rise The medicine man has you listed, he's checking your dentures, he's got your details saved Lay the ground beneath us, these sturdy foundations will keep these 4 walls strong We've all been family's before This much I know for sure Manifest this, as you question it There's a darkness a coming from the Quakers & shakers, givers & takers, realists & the fakers Heads hang, in the balance The mechanics of my mind Thus always a tyrant Like lions we rise Heads hang, in the balance The mechanics of my mind Thus always a tyrant Like lions we rise Save yourself some time My god don't you be blind Who will fight for king and country who will wear the uniforms Who will fight for king and country who will wear the uniforms Heads hang, in the balance The mechanics of my mind Thus always a tyrant Like lions we rise