Lyrics Nepotism - Foxblood

Nepotism

This transience and impermanence
With the weight of your god complex in tow
Did you get your fill?
We didn’t fit the bill?
These micro sleeps on midnight roads
Split lip, sinking ship on a wire frayed microphone
You’ve got 10 kids staring at their phones
Disenchanted, sour like the marrow in my bones
It’s not what you know it’s who you know
Damned if you do and if you don’t
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
It’s not what you know it’s who you know
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
There’s nothing left, so reap what you sow
It’s not what you know but who you know
Damned if you do and if you don’t
Digging graves, and we’ll keep digging 'til we’re done
You built your heart like a house of cards
But the world is changing, we’ve come apart
So fucking tired, but we’ve been tired from the start
Colour me a cynic cause it’s mostly just a gimmick
Like the cookie-cutter shit that’s always followed and before
This incoherent misery of silver spoon
Middle-class white boys glorifying suicide, gagging at the maw
Spotlight under a weathered awning
Fog-shrouded overnight drive into the morning
Another place to puke to the fumes of middle-aged doom
Always empty in a crowded room
It’s not what you know but who you know
Damned if you do and if you don’t
Digging graves, and we’ll keep digging 'til we’re done
You built your heart like a house of cards
But the world is changing, we’ve come apart
So fucking tired, but we’ve been tired from the start
So fucking tired, but we’ve been tired from the start
So the spiral goes
Holes in your hull, but the waves still break
The waterline and the water weight
Your moral compass floods and rusts
It turns to dust, no trust, then hate
Pyramid scheme, it’s a puppet show
Pantomime cycle that never grows
All my cancers, they have cancers
So the fucking spiral goes
It’s not what you know but who you know
Damned if you do and if you don’t
Digging graves, and we’ll keep digging 'til we’re done
You built your heart like a house of cards
But the world is changing, we’ve come apart
So fucking tired, but we’ve been tired from the start
It’s not what you know, it’s who you know
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
There’s nothing left now, so reap what you sow