TICKERTAPE
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So you sold your little show
You pitched it to the CEO
I don’t think they believe in you
But now, at least you’ve built your hospital
Somewhere to take yourself to die
When all of this just falls around you

I’m so tired of the noise
Of the squabbling little boys
Made of privilege and money
You’re entitled, you’re reviled
But those things don’t go out of style

Put your face to anything
Find the uses for your tongue
Make it work while you’re still young
It could be the key to everything
It’s an act, it’s a version, it’s a hack
It’s a thing not made of language

Don’t you know a single thing?
About the world, the way it’s run
The way that things get done?
Don’t you know a single thing?

I don’t believe in the masses
I just believe in numbers
No one can hear this dead sound in my chest
No one could mistake it for a heartbeat
No one even cares anymore

I have so little empathy
I feel like I could live forever
No one even cares anymore
It’s just clicks and button pushes
Clicks and button pushes

I’m not here
You’re reaching for the chequebook
Its pages flutter like a heart that’s been eviscerated

I’m not here
You’ve got the will to try it
If you can’t eat or buy it maybe you can televise it

I’m not here
I’m not here

Tickertape
Bury me in tickertape