Dust Video (MV)

I'm getting sick but I don't feel it
They're running out of ways to heal me
We get to talking too much before the lights go out
Later on we won't have anything to talk about
If we leave this place
Will we remember how it got this way?
Don't make a fuss it makes the silence louder
Wore you to dust, twelve dollars an hour
I wouldn't mind
If you owned my life
But it feeds on your fear, on your strife
You can't win, it won't die
Your kind eyes, they won't survive
Would you love me if I made no money?
Would you trust me if I made no money?
Would you love me if I never made any money?
Would you trust me if I never made any money?
Loosening up, lay your head down
Desires unsure, powerless, but I'm coming around
It's what you make of it
So tell me if I'm moving too quickly
Can't reason with bullshit
Head stuck up in the light fixtures
Increasingly hard to reach
Silently, stumbling
Crumbling