Hot Water Music

How unfortunate that it has come to this,
we all pay to die as rogues, as workers,
nomads and searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies.
Still we're all under lock and key,
who are we but savages hooked on accessories,
numb and dumb to what else we could do or be?
Repercussions at a lull, slow me down,
let me come around to those starving in the streets,