Low Tech

Build myself in the dirt
Sacred right, sacred curse
(Low tech)

Who of us expected dust?
Promised gold and handed rust in return
For your life and sacrifice
Did your job, now rust and die

To be a man with nowhere to stand (where to stand)
Old tech with your dick left in your hand
You built the world, but can't share it (can't share it)
I'm sorry, son, but we're not the ones to inherit

Old souls
Not royalty
I want nothing
Solitude will prove
I won't lose

Forced to move
Forced to choose
Beyond bygones
My legs walk on
Land of the hurt

The world I see, but know I could never be
(Defined by, designed by)
But when my eyes shut
I know who I am (I know who I am)
Hit the switch

To be a man with nowhere to stand
My plans reduced to what's in my hand

Ground zero
Fists in the dirt
Simply born, simply die
I was built and designed
(Low tech)

Enemies to my kind
Fight the tide, tow the line
(But I'm) crudely made and refined in mind
For this low tech