Lyrics
I can't afford the dirt you spit on.
I can't afford the sky above.
I walk your streets and
I know your secrets
Your body's rotting in the sun.
But I know
Where you sleep.
You spread your house like a disease.
You're building over history.
Inconsequential
So providential
The God of avarice concedes.
But I know
Where you sleep.
Eat the rich.
Spit their bones.
Dig their graves.
Burn their homes.