Capitalist Carousel Video (MV)

Cast a bottle out to the seas,
It washes back, just like last time.
Pick it up, read it out
And again I'm met with only
The whitest of noises.

I sigh, take a breather,
Shit's only going to get clearer as I
Glance at the stranger in the mirror,
Wrinkles, dead eyes, that look of fear.

Sometimes I wonder what's the point is,
Feel like I am in servitude without shackles.
Yet I continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel.
All our faces are grey, turning with each tick of a clock.
Scraping by, uninspired and wasted,
Why do we all continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel?

Nights extend their shadow, cradling despair,
One's own conversations, private and quiet.
Guilt weaves through the silence like a thread,
A lack of dreams tonight, I guess it's a life.
Still need to wake up, get up,
Prep for another day without grind
Passing others, ground down more to see the same;
Wrinkles, dead eyes, and that look of fear.

Sometimes I wonder what's the point is,
Feel like I am in servitude without shackles.
Yet I continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel.
All our faces are grey, turning with each tick of a clock.
Scraping by, uninspired and wasted,
Why do we all continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel?

All our faces are grey, turning with each tick of a clock.
Scraping by, uninspired and wasted,
Why do we all continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel?

In the dance of progress, steps repeat,
Like echoes that vibrate through space time.
We believe there's no real world sequel,
But even the horses had to face the machines.

Sometimes I wonder what's the point is,
Feel like I am in servitude without shackles.
Yet I continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel.
All our faces are grey, turning with each tick of a clock.
Scraping by, uninspired and wasted,
Why do we all continue to spin the Capitalist Carousel?