Sure as Debt
13 & God Lyrics

Sure as debt, dust collects
Just like how you can't escape paying off your debts, dust will always accumulate

Dust collects on the distance runner
Even those who are constantly moving forward and avoiding stagnation will be affected by the accumulation of dust over time

Did you wake up to feeding trees to the machine?
Have you noticed the destruction of nature and how it's being exploited for industrial needs?

A rib shown on your pig bank
Your financial accounts reveal that you're barely making ends meet

your profits of Slowdeath dissolved off into electric bills
The little money you earn barely gets you anywhere, as most of it goes to paying off bills

More blood in the bucket of what?
What else can you give up to attain success?

Your deepest debts
Your most severe monetary obligations

and to the fair fair Bank of America
You owe a significant amount of money to the Bank of America

And you would mention time between the yawning black behind your skull
You reflect on the amount of time you have left in your life

The rushing of your mouth around your boots, drugged in luck of your wound
You find yourself rambling about your fortune, hoping that luck will eventually heal your wounds

to every morrow the sting of gone pilasters
Every new day brings with it a reminder of what you've lost in the past

and you're hollow beside a side of rent cheque
You feel empty inside despite working to pay rent

Oh yeah, ladies and gents
An exclamation calling everyone's attention

And fools like us we go nameless to debt
We are all unknowingly indebted and subject to financial struggles

Automatic tragic addict
Someone who is easily drawn into unfortunate circumstances of their own accord

Highest muscle on the rock, wishing you weren't so
Despite being tough and strong, one wishes they didn't have to face their problems alone

Simply stomach and one shelled all out em and chasing
You only have yourself to rely on and continue to chase after your goals despite obstacles

All by your lonesome with a hand drawn map
Completely alone and without a clear guide to follow

And some old age
Even at an older age, one still has a long way to go

Anywhere after now
From this point on, nothing is certain

needs near to the roof of your voice
You're desperate and begging for something, as evident in your desperate tone

lost heavy on the tongue of death suggest rest
Death seems to be the only way out of your problems

Have you hung
Have you given up completely?

And be delighting in your heights on pause
But even if you take a breather, there is no time to rest as there is still a long way to go

Still out em and chasing
You keep moving even when you're exhausted

Ill by product of the killing dream
The harmful effect of chasing after something unrealistic, such as the American dream

Awoken by the sound of whole tree tops being fed to machines
The environmental destruction caused by industrialization is causing people to wake up and take notice

Still the automatic licking quiet in the constant tether
Despite this realization, we are still tethered to a repetitive cycle of working and consuming

of your many sticking and still stuck stuck stuck stuck
Caught in an endless loop of stagnation and being held back by various factors

Panic buttons
A reference to the emergency panic button one might press if they need help, signalling desperation and hopelessness

And killers like us we so famous to debt
We are all fighting endlessly against the bondage of debt