Upon The Bluffs

[Verse] Ah, the bridge is blocked from disrepair, A despair shades the roads that go from here to there, Just need a little more to get on by and maybe next time, it'll be enough, Oh, it sure is easy when you're sitting in your house upon the bluffs, Lookin' down at all the meager people working bones broke just to muster up, For a thimble of crude oil and two-day old crust, A disconnect between your brethren cause you live above the dust [Guitar Solo Interlude] [Soulful Chorus] Oh, I'd like to see all those useless trinkets pass on through the needle's eye, You can't bring those things with you when you die, ya know? Don't forget you're made of mud, same as the toiling man you avoid as you pass [Melodic, Syncopated Hook] Bread and circuses made you fat, but don't forget you can't get your soul back, ah no, you can't ever get it back [Instrumental Breakdown] [Calm Quiet Math Jazz Interlude] Don't forget, You can't get your soul back, Oh oh no, You can't ever get it back, [Instrumental Build] [Melodic Math Jazz, Guitar Solo] [Instrumental Build, Verse] Oh I dare you to look me in the eye, And try to spy, The difference between us, Conjured differences to justify the widening gap, Between what you need, And what you want, Another lie to keep the stomach acid back, Ah yeah, deep down you know, You know that I'm right, There's no reason for a struggling mother, To have to fight, Fight against a circumstance, That was fabricated, Just to make an extra buck, For some fat-cat, slugging whiskies back, And spreading more hate to keep us under thumb... If you look in her hope-dead eyes, You'd realize, We, Are, One, But then the question stands, Can you risk losin' all those idols you were given from the dragon's horde? After all, When you're fed and happy, Ignorance is easy to ignore, And without em', Oh, without em', You'd have to face the guilt of letting evil run amok, [Intense Guitar Solo] [Bridge, Key Change] This Nepotistic, twisted Meritocracy doesn't cover, Those that have a will, but no means, And it doesn't make you better cause the system's failings deemed to give you grace, The reality is, Odds are, you didn't even earn your place, And, well, If you did, Then you should know better, Than to treat others with disgrace Oh, oh, oh, ooooohhh-- [Soulful Chorus] Oh, I'd like to see all those useless trinkets pass on through the needle's eye, You can't bring those things with you when you die, ya know? Don't forget you're made of mud, same as the toiling man you avoid as you pass [Melodic, Syncopated Hook] Bread and circuses made you fat, but don't forget you can't get your soul back, ah no, you can't ever get it back Nah, you can't, You can't ever, Ever, ever, Never ever get it back, Ah no... [Calm Refrain] Oh, I'd like to see all those useless trinkets pass on through the needle's eye, You can't bring those things with you when you die, [Instrumental Refrain] [Outro]