Predisposed

Black dust sinks in

Between the floorboards, into my bloodstream

It's taken root in our homes and our lungs

Every second, on the tip of my tongue

Black dust

Inhale and burn your lungs

This cold air hangs like a disease

And leaves the taste of rot on your teeth

Breathe it in, let it hit again

Trading bibles for pamphlets, church pews for waiting rooms

Taking communion as a slow drip straight to my cut veins

If the gospel is small and round and blue then call me a disciple

Trade life for fading comfort, call it a revival

A generation predisposed

To bloodshot eyes and broken homes

Breath it in, let it sink in

Generations predisposed

To circling vultures with siren songs

Take a deep breath, it tastes so sweet

Pill-blue faces

Filling the graves that you dug

Blood-stained profits

Inhale the black dust from our lungs

A label written in greed, masking a government-sanctioned eulogy

Watching my loved ones sink deeper into manufactured bliss

If this is utopia, then I'd rather embrace the pain

If this is utopia, then I'd rather embrace the pain