3 Hundredths of a Cent (from Spotify)

A paper empire, built off our sweat, a too well traveled trail.
A river’s rapid flow that carries you, well beyond the pale.

Now you’ve gotten what you need
Fairy tales forgotten
And you taken what you please
And paid us next to nothing

Once the bones are clean, it’s just us vultures out here counting crumbs
A cry to eat the rich, is falling on the ears of deaf and dumb.