Various Artists — Glory Lockets

Pitter-patter patterns place the echoes in the hall As Glory paces contemplating letting go of all that palls This draws an image of diminished interest and pride inside the walls As the vibrancy of the music turns to silence until it calls This tool useless, which only hammers and claws away At the clambering face which attempts to cleanse with happy grace and gall Begins perusing the day when the tools of the trade on display rust and fall They’ll be unable to maintain the cables that stable the fabled grin so tall So it will shrivel and cripple the smile that was so strong And make brittle the critter until it’s belittled and small But the Glory story isn’t already ready to bawl It’s gonna defend against attempts to bend and condemn them Since it’s appalled at the structure, which fluctuates its hate and breaks Its 8-hour-a-day-balls Which he pockets like Glory, which he locks, encased in lockets Incase it gets gory in brawls Glory rages in lockets, while they shovel violently The "ore" from out of Boredom and the "Iron" out of Irony Pace movements turn mute then mutate two-step And mutilate military mockery rudeness to prove its prudence to the thrall Who’s peddling meddling blueprints that recruit unsettling untrue hints all “Medley of labor caters to neighbors of Glory And favors the poorly equipped ships that savor ambition haughty Sailors who happen to vision themselves later In a captain position in health flavor” Like dafter masters aimed to play savior to these dream creators? Maybe that’s true of their work machine invention But their crude intentions only turn attention to befriend the crew mentioned If they shovel coal to the engine Either/or More dimensions of pretentiousness are settled in Glory’s enemy vessel’s kin It never ends always ending in setting: Tasteless levels of disheveled facial placement on the faceless w Ho used to hate this but they since forgot what ancient p Ursuit of Glory’s Name is and how to paint it’s components Break less 8 hour moments make for hatred amongst the owner’s Slaves, which the great Grinch makes shifts for to, take away cinch grin Situation, and slay the playfulness and able ness to play to the fullest So they’re left unheard, herded like cattle in cages While farm owners cruelly cow-tip minimum wages And Glory rages in lockets while they shovel violently The “ore” from out of Boredom and the “iron” out of Irony We’re talking the irony found crowning only from the kingdom where all Peasants are taught to work until tomb in the worst case Since labor got them out of the womb in the first place And that sad fact is half of them are at this with back splints Because they’re convinced hard work gets them active round table status So they end up ending up nowhere Spending their lives digging their own deep grave moats Always, but never once digging to store what’ll float their knave boats And these cyclic clock swallowing crock invested waters are Iron Glory and Ore bare So fittingly, you’ll find their life’s work summed up in “I.G.O. Nowhere” Cause they’re all dying to make a living and oh yeah They’re giving it all they got on the side to save up for a ride to the blacksmith Cause they got dusty lockets, etched on the back is the word “Glory” Crafted during infrequent performed but oft’ thought of leisure minutes With the delicacy of dream catcher creator treasure digits And something ain’t right and they’ve gotta fix the matter Cause this locket's rocking noise in this pitter patter pattern And Glory rages in lockets while they shovel violently The "ore" from out of boredom and the "iron" out of irony


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