Empty Fridge Duty (Cinematic Future Chamber Remix)

[Verse 1] They send a letter Call it “honor ” call it “duty ” call it “right” But my fridge is empty And my brother’s working double every night They hang their flags up On the buildings that we’ll never walk inside Say they’re “with the people” But they’re waving from the safest side [Pre-Chorus] Tell me Who cashes in when we bleed out? Who builds a palace from our doubt? You say you need us on that line While you’re safe sipping something fine [Chorus] You only love the poor when you need a war Suddenly our names are worth dying for Turn our hunger into headlines Paint it as pride But it’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes You only see our worth when you’re keeping score Bodies on a map You just want more You call it freedom when our families cry But it’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes [Verse 2] Mom’s at the table Stacking overdue and praying over bread News plays your speeches I just hear the numbers in my head You talk about “sacrifice” But your kids will never see a trench We pawn our wedding rings You’re out there buying land and French [Pre-Chorus] Tell me Who lights the fuse Who walks away? Who writes a speech while we decay? You sell us glory Sell us lies We pay in futures Pay in lives [Chorus] You only love the poor when you need a war Suddenly our names are worth dying for Turn our hunger into headlines Paint it as pride But it’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes You only see our worth when you’re keeping score Bodies on a map You just want more You call it freedom when our families cry But it’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes [Bridge] I won’t be your bargain I won’t be your borrowed son (nah) You won’t buy my silence With a folded flag and a loaded gun (hey) If you want this battle Send your own blood first in line ‘Cause we’re done dying For your bottom line [Chorus] You only love the poor when you need a war Suddenly our names are worth dying for Turn our hunger into headlines Paint it as pride But it’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes You only see our worth when you’re keeping score Bodies on a map You just want more You call it freedom when our families cry But it’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes (yeah) It’s oil in your eyes Oil in your eyes (oh)