Letter of resignation lyrics

Artist  : Propaghandi 
Song : Letter of resignation
 
Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water,
keeps diary invisibly. in the kitchen corner of a
basement bachelor suite, there’s a certain search
for certainty, you know we’ll never see her
S touch her childhood home in photos that she
took. it’s one more omission from a highschool
history book; how whole lives are knifed and
pushed aside. to whom it may concern...this is to
inform...yours, sincerly yours... there’s a bus
that’s leaving half an hour from now. it won’t
take her where she really wants to go. so she
sits there with her luggage at her side. in the
empty stations of our empty lives. take a broken
bottle, take a rafter beam, or take a needle and
a tarnished spoon. all just words to kill off one
more unheard statement in another dying
afternoon; she says she’s leaving soon. so so
long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies.
farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities. all
rolled up and unfurled like a flag. wake up and
pack your bag... "it’s like being sick all
the time, I think, coming
Home from work, sick in that low-grade continuous
way that makes you forget what it’s like to be
well. we have never in our lives known what it is
to be well. what if I were coming home, I think,
from doing work that I loved and that was for us
all, what if I looked at the houses and the air
and the streets, knowing they were in accord, not
set against us, what if we knew the powers of
this country moved to provide for us and for all
people, how would that be, how would we feel and
think and what would we create? "