Atena - Oil Rigs

Текст песни

Black gold, Back to battle the call goes
black gold under my foothold
pipe’s in a chokehold under control
we all know we break our backs for products already sold.
I can’t shake the mindset I was told
I carry the thoughts and ways of old
It’s so fake
am I disposable?
It’s what I feel when I leave.
And While I, left long ago
I’m tied to thoughts that still grow
Dissociated, as days turn to years
I’m never here, when I’m here.
Calloused hands
providing
for what, for who?
Search lights
scour every wall
Where can I find home
for me alone?
Black gold
we break our backs for products already sold
black gold
we break our backs for products already sold
we break our backs for products already sold
already sold.
Black gold, Back to battle the call goes
black gold under my foothold
pipe’s in a chokehold under control
we all know we break our backs for products already sold.
I’d settle if I could
It’s all on me, But I can’t reach my dream
I’m guilty
I’m Thinking about it every day and constantly
There’s something wrong with me, there’s always been
and I, I know
Imagining scenarios
where you go.
I’d settle if I could.
I’d settle if I could.
Calloused hands
hanging head
providing
for what, for who?
Search lights
scour every wall
Where can I find home
for me alone.
Search lights
scour every wall
Where can I find home
for me alone.
Black gold
we break our backs for products already sold
black gold
we break our backs for products already sold
we break our backs for products already sold
already sold.