Lost Touch

from by Ceschi




Feet stuck in the mud
Lord have mercy on your soul
Shit whiskey in a gold cup
You’re immersed in it
Broke every bone in your body just to fit into a box
Lost touch like my pinky
No more fingerprint traces
It’s worse when you think that you’ve got it all figured out
Never even had a doubt
Then the world ends
Not flat, not round
It’s worse when you think that you had her all figured out
Then she spit into your mouth
The game won’t give no slack when a motherfucker stops putting work in
I’ve seen good men lose everything
From retirement pension to each hair on their head
They may say make lemonade
But it’s hard when your boss wouldn’t piss on the flames that engulf you
Let alone give a nickel in change for your grave when the job’s through
Everything everything everything’s ok
Long as you live
Long as you work
Long as you listen
Long as you pay
Long as you pray
Lived on top of the world in the past
But who owned that world?
And who profited off your broken back?
Who stole your soul?
“Suck it up bald baby”
They’re screaming from the tip top of a skyscraper
“Time is money like a Rolex wrist watch”
You’re a bitch on this prison block
Seems that’s there’s always gonna be
A monster feasting
Off the salt of the earth
Imposters leeching off of weaklings
That’ll eat anything they feed them freely
Is freedom still a thing that you believe in?
Is freedom still a thing that we believe in?
I want to believe that we are more than blind complacency
Call it naive or just faith in humanity
“Everything’s ok”


from Sad, Fat Luck, released April 4, 2019


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