Call To Arms

Wake me up radio, wake me up forecaster
Be still my heart, what’s this new disaster?
My main muse is self-eradication
We all need inspiration, don’t we?
Your misfortune is my winning card
Your new disaster is my call to arms
I make my cold calls strictly after hours
I’m proud to serve with my flock of scavengers
And fellow cowards, suit up
Boldly battling market saturation
With no standing ovation for me
Your unknown is at my home address
When you’re displaced is when I come to collect
I like a good wreck, what can I say?
I’m the looter at your uprising
I live and breathe silver lining
I’m the pickpocket improvising in the crowd