Broke From Bread Songtext
von Buxton

I am not broke from brick
A million thoughts through my head
A fever dream in my bed
The single thing we haven′t said
It was bread that told me, hid deep in my soul
Some love lasts forever and some you just let go
Your mood is different and I'm not who I was
I feel it changing, it′s happening to us
You turn to vapor and I turn to dust


I am not broke from brick
You are not raised from dead
We are not immaculate
We're born into this life of debt

They were casting demons deep inside your soul
Till the hands possessed you and the heart of rock and roll
Was it a cancer? Was it just a curse?
You said you felt better but it just made it worse
And I see your failures stuck in reverse

I am not broke from brick
Thought of gold, brains of lead
A foil that folds beneath regret
Electric waste and wooden dead


I am not broke from brick
A fractured poem laid to rest
The dust blows storm from the west
And fills the lungs inside your chest