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letra de digital coal mine - time

this is untitled
like an unwritten book thrown away in the trash
like that carton of cigarettes that you tried to ash
like your arm’s harmed ligaments that you torture and gash
like them shots that you think blackout the past
just like that past that won’t ever go away
we’re waiting for the future so we ignore today
no regrets, no frets, no step back, no rewind
i seem to be on the corner of heart attack and vine
waiting for tom but he’s in ruby’s arms sublime
but nothings in vein in the heart of sp-ce time
if i’m a eat the fruit, then i’m a eat the rind
cause procrastination only leads to wine
are we all scabs in this electric coal mine?
they wanna ludlow the artists in this coal mine
fiber optic rockefellers own this gold mine
they say don’t sell your soul, well too late i sold mine
i lost it in a terms of agreement online
dead digital canaries, white lung but feel fine
creativities a fog in the night, like dew taking flight
i’m in a mosquito pond with my life jacket on
funny thing is this jackets this song
tectonic plates every thoughts an earthquake
every thought of you is worth the shake
someone owns you from your birth to your wake
now the baldwin-felts and pinkertons are all in your phone
your screen’s glass is quicksand your stuck and alone
it used to be jay gould, carnegie and vanderbilt
they stole mexico for pesos and put their land for sale
now we got facebook, amazon, apple, and walmart
things don’t change the world’s still ran by small hearts
they took the kids out of these caverns that died in these mineshafts
now they’re all mining pixels and working for minecraft
but kids are still mining, dying with cold hands
so we can all instagram, with phones full of coltan
coffins at the company store it’s a death camp
i found my corpse with the light of my head lamp
spotify script, what type of h-ll is this?
trolls and jealous kids my reflection is where the villain is
holler fills for dollar bills my blue collar’s frilled
they guillotined appalachia to a squalor field
the greek equivalent of lucifer is tantalum
ironic like clean coal, and other antonyms
from an asphyxiated ghost town i see a phantom run
invisible heart, invisible hand with a hand gun
we’re hardly counting the disenchanted lungs
from the mines of harlan county to sanlidong
death’s playing the mandolin
head of a ceo on my mantle is one
and i won’t stop rambling till we ram into the sun
ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down
mother jones is raising h-ll in a calico gown
they’re driving the death special with lucifer’s keys
they shot tikas in the back by some juniper trees
bullets like anchors he slept in the sage grass
apartments like ant farms now we’re caged rats
grand canyon a pothole compared to the wage gap
i wrote strike with the fog of my breath on the plate glass
night penetrated the window, truth is a widow
i see journalists with shackles, swimming to gitmo
i see breaker boys with phones, and augers in their hearts
planned obsolescence, watch me fall apart
bezos wants the moon where there’s no labor laws
no workman’s comp, just an airlock to lay em off
i know you think all this mine talk sounds deep
but really i’m just trying to k!ll the mine owner in me

- time

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