Kill Line
Lyrics by: Yang Huating
Produced by: Yang Huating
Composition: Yang Huating
Producer: Yang Huating
Arrangement: Yang Huating
Guitar: Yang Huating
Mixing &Mastering: Yang Huating
Harmony: Yang Huating
Production Team: Yang Huating
Supervisor: Yang Huating
Chief Supervisor: Yang Huating
Numbers on the screen now gleam
Like a fading final dream
Past ALICE's guarded gate
Lies a one-way road to fate
They say above the poverty line
A comfortable life you'll find
But bills come charging in a wave
Can any soul this cycle save
Health bar's running low and red
One harsh blow and all is dead
A sudden crash a steep decline
The end of a life once so benign
Is it disease or is it debt
A final hopeless cold sweat
Credit shattered name disgraced
A life on the streets a fall from grace
Oh this deadly final line
In Lady Liberty's shadow a cruel design
The wealth flows up to the highest spire
While lower voices feed the funeral pyre
Oh the American Dream's grand lie
A sacrifice to the gods on high
A cold and endless lullaby
The garage once held a cherished car
Now cardboard boxes cold and hard
From a respected office seat
To a soup line on the street
That costly insulin a heavy price
A medical bill a roll of dice
Like loan shark's blade a sharpened edge
It severs life's final fragile pledge
You work so hard you walk the wire
Dancing on a funeral pyre
Your pay can't beat the rising cost
And everything you had is lost
The safety net is torn and frayed
While political games are played
When you begin to fall and sway
There is no parachute today
Oh this cold and final line
A system's flaw a cruel design
Where one percent's great feast is built
On ninety-nine percent's deep-felt guilt
Oh this arrow sharp and keen
It pierces through the middle-class scene
To show the fragile core unseen
I once believed that if I ran
I'd reach a better brighter land
Until I stood upon the brink
And saw my spirit start to sink
The game was fixed the rules were set
A cruel and cold-edged bayonet
Most of us are just the fuel
To keep the greedy machine cool
The finish line the final call
Is not a myth that stands up tall
It's a sword above each home
A truth that's etched in bone
It is a warning clear and stark
A story whispered in the dark
Beneath the gleam the brilliant face
Lies a world of deep disgrace
A world of deep disgrace
A world of deep disgrace
