Table Scatters

Cold porcelain plates, and a shivering hand...
We built the towers where you now stand.
You dine on velvet, we scrape the floor,
Just waiting by your heavy iron door.
You tell us to smile, you tell us to pray,
For the dust you sweep down our way.

Just a handful of ash...
A sip of the rain...
And you call it a feast.

Oh-oh-oh... we keep counting the cost.
Oh-oh-oh... in the shadow you cast.
Every scrap is a debt that we owe,
For a life... barely a breath.

And you want thanks for the table scatters!
For the glass that we choke on in the dark!
You hold up the mirror, say it doesn't matter,
While you measure our worth by a hollowed-out spark!
Oh-oh-oh... we say thank you for nothing.
Oh-oh-oh... yeah, we bow to the floor.

How much more can a broken soul take?
How much hunger can this body forsake?
We aren’t pets in your yard, or ghosts in your hall!
We are human—we built it, and we’ll watch it all fall!

The city sleeps deep on its pillows of gold,
While we wear our poverty out in the cold.
You draft up the rules of the game we must play,
To buy back the sunlight... you stole yesterday.
With a pat on the head and a cynical smile,
You’ve kept us in chains.

And you want thanks for the table scatters!
For the glass that we choke on in the dark!
You hold up the mirror, say it doesn't matter,
While you measure our worth by a hollowed-out spark!
Oh-oh-oh... we say thank you for nothing!
Oh-oh-oh... yeah, we walk out the door!
Oh-oh-oh... we say thank you for nothing!
Oh-oh-oh... yeah, we walk out the door!

Just the scatters...
Just the dust...
No more bowing...
No more thanks.