Sad promises from all the clowns you used to soothe
Take the call from your mother
She really wants you to answer
Fear is the pivot and shame is on its knees
And the more you feel the more you have to lose
The settlement is rolling down that mountain soon
This is your gold and you are the woman
Bias beats hard and I don't sleep
Factories fold under owner-spectator
And the cross you never used becomes the news