Stripped Pockets

My pockets stripped away
Fallen days reluctant limited on payday
The throat stripped
Pockets ripped
Tears down my cheeks drip

Pushing my foot on the gas
Switching lanes I can't get past
Living life on a ditch
Can't break free from pockets being stitched
I dream on, awaiting the switch

I don't wish to be rich
Just that your eyes focus on the twist
Instead your eyes red, lies fed politician's grasp the Ritz
Left with people dead from the pitch

Fork in the road
The soul just bought and sold
The crossroad humid where death unfolds
Lost souls weary old
Societies and secrets withered, minds sold
Breaking the pockets creating holes

Vanquished eyes broken bold
The people sent out into the cold
Lifeless notion the mold being sold

I don't wish to be rich
Just that your eyes focus on the twist
Instead your eyes red, lies fed politician's grasp the Ritz
Left with people dead from the pitch

Venturing out again to the road

78 BPM, slow tempo; haunting organ bed, dense tribal drums, mandolin textures, Robbie Krieger-style electric guitar; male maritime vocals, weathered, melancholic, drifting atmosphere; wide reverb mix