Street Sects - A Dying Wage Lyrics

The deadbolt clicks into place
Relax, they’re gone
No one knows where we are
The strip is hot
We’ll keep our heads down
for a few more days
Let the rumors circulate
And when…
They drop their guard
We will show them who we are
We’ll take what’s ours
No repercussions, just a few loose ends
Then the real work begins
Just because we’ve had some fun
Doesn’t mean we’re happy
Look at where we’re living now
Look at all this waste
You can feel the weight
Of a dying wage
No one dreams of growing older
While they run in place
I can see my face
In the glass of my cage
I see the dealer on the corner
Who accepts his fate in stride
And he is never much more than a phone call
Or a grave mistake away
I’m getting tired of showing up