This is a song I wrote last year. The lyrics came to me one day while I was on the train, thinking about poverty and income inequality. Lyrics: skin deep in our silicon our brims atop the old news what’s been left in acquisition the real in realization an arm’s length binds us to an arm’s race savings never spent in slumber we keep our storm clouds to ourselves they ask for inches in a relative sea of riches show them to the shoulder lend a hand of phantom this is our daily anthem our calculated glitche
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