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