Op Ivy
Empty factories to the east and all our waste
The shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face
To the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where
Machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans
The course of human progress staggers like a drunk
Its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt
I look for optimism but I just don't know
Its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows
One of the more poignant pieces of lyric written for our time, and for what is to come. I am ditching the car tomorrow and riding my bike again. Gotta get outta this black hole Delaware brings me into, where I become a total dependent again. Fuck.
The shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face
To the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where
Machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans
The course of human progress staggers like a drunk
Its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt
I look for optimism but I just don't know
Its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows
One of the more poignant pieces of lyric written for our time, and for what is to come. I am ditching the car tomorrow and riding my bike again. Gotta get outta this black hole Delaware brings me into, where I become a total dependent again. Fuck.