Sam Phillips – Raised on Promises

building cage i can only study the blame

i can think of a word for myself but no name

question darts throw me to the dogs of progress

but they run from what really matters

raised on promises

to the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink

logic’s mad and shame doesn’t care what you think

the ocean’s dry it’s only a phantom that you fathom

but the flood comes from the desert

raised on promises

land of the known

free of the brave

they sell us ourselves

the center has moved and water bleeds from broken faces

raised on promises