Tryptic - The Strip Lyrics

It was the first few days of the artificial age
And I wonder when they're gonna let me out of my cage
I got a couple leather scraps strapped to my feet
And it's been three weeks since I've had something to eat
Don't worry about a thing, it's gonna be alright
And buried the corpse of my brother last night
So much smoke you can't see through the day
And I think I hear another missile on its way
I hardly sleep, and you wonder why
And at night, every time, I hear my mother cry
You're gullible, and you're easy to fool
And they just blew up the place that I used to go to school
Even bombs have quotas that they're trying to meet
Never have an empty stomach when you eat concrete
Living in a state where it pays to bleed
And every other nation is a paid deceit

Screaming the name of an obsolete God into wind
So you do unto others what has been done to your kin
It's just another day slipping through my grip
Yeah it's just another day in the life on the strip
Tired in a place where you can never make a stand
My own personal post apocalyptic wasteland
How can one be holy when you're manufacturing sin
Will there be a world left for you to play in

Find myself at the bottom again
That's what happens when you put a price on pain
They say a man suffers until he atones
And the sins of the past are buried beneath the stone
Hardly interested in the proof
And you need the media to metabolize the truth
There's a block in my mind, no aid, no relief
I have a son of my own, and the cycle repeats