We Always Sep arate

This country is not a home; it is a plantation, a coal mine, a factory, a corporation.

This world breeds independence; independent cogs only meeting to spur production.

Our families are too small, our cities are too big.

You must work to be worthy. You must not ask for help, or else you're helpless.

We have our natural talents and duties, yet we're only deemed useful when we share the same routine.

On the road, left to the streets, I've found my clan, my community.

Yet seldom can we meet without raising suspicion.

We're suspects of freely following our natural human rhythm.

So often we're forced, we always SEPA RATE.

To make miles, to survive, in the production plant, we must be alone to get by.

At every yard and every on-ramp, we're forced to say 'goodbye'.

No cart of mule without special permission allowed.

Only dusty freight and automobiles that always break down.

I can't rise in the morning and see you all there. We can't share stories and show we care. We can't hold hands and be the medicine we need.

So when we SEPA RATE, I know you'll find another way to medicate. I only hope I'll see you alive again.