Oil Rigs - Atena

Black gold, Back to battle the call goes

black gold under my foothold

pipe’s in a chokehold under control

we all know we break our backs for products already sold.

I can’t shake the mindset I was told

I carry the thoughts and ways of old

It’s so fake

am I disposable?

It’s what I feel when I leave.

And While I, left long ago

I’m tied to thoughts that still grow

Dissociated, as days turn to years

I’m never here, when I’m here.

Calloused hands

providing

for what, for who?

Search lights

scour every wall

Where can I find home

for me alone?

Black gold

we break our backs for products already sold

black gold

we break our backs for products already sold

we break our backs for products already sold

already sold.

Black gold, Back to battle the call goes

black gold under my foothold

pipe’s in a chokehold under control

we all know we break our backs for products already sold.

I’d settle if I could

It’s all on me, But I can’t reach my dream

I’m guilty

I’m Thinking about it every day and constantly

There’s something wrong with me, there’s always been

and I, I know

Imagining scenarios

where you go.

I’d settle if I could.

I’d settle if I could.

Calloused hands

hanging head

providing

for what, for who?

Search lights

scour every wall

Where can I find home

for me alone.

Search lights

scour every wall

Where can I find home

for me alone.

Black gold

we break our backs for products already sold

black gold

we break our backs for products already sold

we break our backs for products already sold

already sold.