Текст песни Stockades - Something to Fill

believe in the secret that has been told millions of times
archived in bookshelves of those shallow desires
and I sat down in silence, tried to visualise
everything that is wanted to have in a life
inevitable that it will come to me
placing blind faith in self fulfilling idealist prophecy

then nothing happened so I went outside
I tried to wade and not get wet, turning my back to the tide
I thought prosperity was fated, setting the struggle aside
then nothing happened so I stood with friends likeminded aligned

brightly patterned tourniquet
wasting waiting for heaven sent
here’s hoping predestined fortune is imminent
conspired divinely to satiate

time and currency evaporates
condensating for prophets, line pockets of fakes
starving forsaken left behind empty plates
crowded late on a debt spire kneeling beneath the ceiling
material possessions won´t quell that empty feeling
realisation of inversion, crushed beneath the weight of abstract value
yearning

inspired to act, to aspire
won’t wander lost in the aisles
make difference, not indifferent
find all the things we could try
wanderlust beneath the sky