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Andrew Wells Vocalist - Primitive Economics Lyrics

[Intro: Matthew Dommer]
Open your mind, accept the friction
All of our lives are an addiction
Deep within the earth is where we're birthed
Genetics in decline
It's all in how you survive

[Chorus: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
I know that every time I try
I lose myself at the bottom line
(Reduction, expansion, engage the transaction)
And this fear of destruction is the nature of my design
(Breakthroughs from broken backs)
I know that one day I'll be bitter
(Our will is deserving, our pockets still burning)
And the only one to blame, but you can rest assured
(Conviction's what you lack)
I'll show you all there is to see

[Verse: Matthew Dommer, Andrew Wells]
Fabricate slander, to live is to pander
With dismay empower; Consumer devour (Like you never wanted this)
Misuse of talent divided the planet
(Because I never wanted this)
Corrupted the balance, and left us in the filth
I'm in the enterprise of versatility
Calculate the weights and measures
Fate exceeds probability
I take no investment lightly
[Pre-Chorus: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
As you stack your greed from wall to wall
You let your wealth devolve
It's all in how you survive

[Chorus: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
I know that every time I try
I lose myself at the bottom line
(Reduction, expansion, engage the transaction)
And this fear of destruction is the nature of my design
(Breakthroughs from broken backs)
I know that one day I'll be bitter
(Our will is deserving, our pockets still burning)
And the only one to blame, but you can rest assured
(Conviction's what you lack)
I'll show you all there is to see

[Bridge: Matthew Dommer, Andrew Wells]
No
Break down the walls of my mistakes
We dug our graves for none but us to lay
Oh you depraved; have you no couth?
An eons wrath of hell to pay
We built our homes so we could run away
To what end will you go to cover up the lies you've sewn?
I can't stand the thought of becoming everything I'm not
And pretending all my problems come from somewhere
That's outside of my own head
[Outro: Matthew Dommer]
I'd rather be fed to the pigs
Let my bones be a vestige of excess, of secrets, of flames and fear, of progress, of sequence, ofless is fair