MOTHERLODE Lyrics

A house of one's is full of lungs

It has no chairs, no walls

There is no meaning, the time you're living

There is no room for us

There is time, there is time

But there's no future for us

And there's some space, there's some space

But there's no room for us

No

No home

No

Motherlode

Motherlode

Motherlode, and it's done

I've been married to the future for so many years

'Cause I only love things that cannot be real

But I recognize I was better at being a kid

Now my body screams and screams

Promised Land was actually unsafety

Corruptibility, crudity, faulty

Not easy tricks nor meritocracy

Chronic life fatigue

Just wanna reach what I seek

In my glorious isolation

I'm illuminated by the marvelous incandescence

Of my electrically charged nerves