The Arrivals - Blood Hits The Ground lyrics

Now through the grades The state paid aides when they were done with me A tailored mind The kind resembling fine machinery The heels click ten times a day He'll process seven days a week Assign a tax ID and set him on his feet Now obligations have your hold We have those roles we must fill constantly His star's on the rise We'll plan the burial in his factory That's when the blood hits the ground I read a book It had a plot about a government That met untimely ends and left folks to fend their own We did not drown We did not starve To our surprise We did not carve ourselves into ranks Of task-fulfilled damned expedients Not a paradise for all But better than the promise laid to me: Pot to piss in And a national prosperity That's when the blood hits the ground