thin painted sleeve with album cover print inside
**Please note I am leaving for tour the day after this release, so any orders that aren't put in before 12/6 will likely not ship until 12/23**
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you're up late in the night with morning on your mind there's no escape in sight, how does he sleep at night
the service you provide, your hard work and your time bought a pent house for his love child while you live in a trash pile
just a decade ago, it was his sweat and bones he reassures himself in the mirror of his home
his fortress is a glove that's splattered with the blood of less fortunate men dying to provide for their sons
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he's entitled, because he tells himself he's entitled and he won't give it up
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he takes off the glove, rinses and trades with the next aristocrat it fits, only when he will profit
it had dawned on him one day that rather than be a slave to some jaded snob's vision, he would start one of his own
but when calculating costs he was tied between a knot of providing living wages or more lavish vacations
his future's in your hands, he is dependent on wearing down your body whether you sit or stand
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he's entitled, oh i think that he's in denial and he won't give it up
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his future's in your hands, whether your sit or stand, whether you feel you can or can't, he hopes you don't comprehend
his future's in your hands, you can make a fist or open it, you can unlock doors of corridors where deals are made, reveal his game
his future's in your hands, you perpetuate what you hate, you lay the bricks of his fortress, with dreams you'll one day live comfortably
his future's in your hands, you can throw them up, enough's enough, what would he do without you, he needs your hands, he'll have to give in or give up
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give it up
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