
Sticks Like Glue
November 4, 2024
Endless Sand
November 6, 2024Left In The Dust
Verse
You took it all, you drained it dry,
You cut it down, left the bones to lie.
Sold us the future, painted it gold,
But when we opened it up, it was hollow and cold.
Promises fed, yeah, they went down sweet,
While you dug us a grave just beneath our feet.
Raised us on stories of what we could claim,
But all you left us was smoke and blame.
Chorus
Left in the dust, yeah, we’re picking through scraps,
Holding the ruins of dreams in our hands.
While you sit on thrones built high from our trust,
You bled it all dry, and left us the rust.
Verse
You burned it up, every chance to grow,
We’re holding the ashes of seeds you sowed.
Told us we’d reap, but there’s nothing to take,
Just broken promises, forgeries, fakes.
Built your empires, and you drained the well,
Passed down the scraps like you wished us well.
But we see the cracks, yeah, we know the cost—
You won your battle, but we’re paying the loss.
Chorus
Left in the dust, yeah, we’re picking through scraps,
Holding the ruins of dreams in our hands.
While you sit on thrones built high from our trust,
You bled it all dry, and left us the rust.
Bridge
Now we’re born into debt, we’re born into loss,
Carrying weight we never asked for or bought.
A kingdom of bones, castles in sand,
Where nothing remains but the blood on our hands.
Chorus
Left in the dust, yeah, we’re picking through scraps,
Holding the ruins of dreams in our hands.
While you sit on thrones built high from our trust,
You bled it all dry, and left us the rust.
Outro
So here we stand, fists clenched and raw,
Our future’s been sold, but we’ll break the law.
We’ll build from the rubble, we’ll rise from the rust,
Turn your wreckage to power, rebuild what you crushed.
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Steven Gauci
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