Lyrics

You’re selling rust like it’s made of gold
Reading the scripts that you just got told
You’re drawing lines in the wet concrete
But you scatter like ash when you feel the heat
Smile for the camera, shake the hand
Building a castle out of stolen sand
You talk real loud from a leather chair
But the oxygen’s gone and there’s nothing there

Yeah, the pressure is rising
The system is compromising
You’re talking and talking and taking the praise
But I’m striking the match to the end of your days

Bite down hard on the copper wire
Put your money where your mouth is, walk into the fire
You want the crown but you won't take the hit
Put your money where your mouth is, or swallow it
Yeah! Swallow it

You wear the suit, you play the part
With a calculator where you need a heart
You preach the gospel of the bottom line
But your spine is bending by design
You want the glory without the blood
But the engine is choking on the mud

Yeah, the pressure is rising
The system is compromising
You’re talking and talking and taking the praise
But I’m striking the match to the end of your days

Bite down hard on the copper wire
Put your money where your mouth is
Walk into the fire
You want the crown but you won't take the hit
Put your money where your mouth is, or swallow it

Talk is cheap
The machine is starving
Talk is cheap
Look at what you’re carving
Look at what you're carving
Look at what you're carving

Walk into the fire
Bite the wire
Put your money where your mouth is