Thanksgrieving

Lyrics:

Pass the gravy train, the debt chain’s clinking,
Inflation’s seasoning and the meals are shrinking.
Friends drunk on talk shows with facts half-formed,
Politics at the table like civil war reborn.
We carve the bird and the planet at the same time,
Stuffing the void with a pack from the bread line.
Black Friday follows once Thursday’s ended,
But pockets are empty and bellies are extended.

Look into the timeline.
Feasting filled with strychnine.
Twisted echoes combine.
Stances take a hard line.

What the hell are you thankful for?
An absent god? A class war?
The peace you rent with the pain you ignore?
An international tariff tour?
So what are you fucking thankful for?

Crypto crashing but still lures the gullible,
Ballrooms cover history by the shovel full.
"Be grateful," they say with ad revenue smiles,
But thoughts and prayers can't feed a child.
Our gratitude’s branded, patent pending,
Slaves to the stocks while the world is ending.
Turkey bones crack to the beat of the debt,
Hand grasp together until tears aren't wet.

Look into the timeline.
Feasting filled with strychnine.
Twisted echoes combine.
Stances take a hard line.

What the hell are you thankful for?
The raging storm or the silence before?
The lie you bought, or the dream you swore?
Scream it loud 'til your throat gets sore.
What the hell are you thankful for?

It’s the irony we all share,
Hope hushed in polluted air.
Numbness keeps the silent score,
Coping mechanism, nothing more.
Yeah, I’m thankful for sleep I can’t afford,
For rent unpaid, for peace ignored.
For the way we smile through a locked front door,
Pretend we’re fine, like we were before...

So raise a glass to the fasting feast,
No comfort can contain this beast.
Gratitude’s ghost hums ever more,
Whispering softly —
"What are you thankful for?"