The files you have on me

every single day on every job they make things go from bad to worse every crisisjust another file so deal with it and leave it burned statesmen keep them fed with tax money to keep carnage overseas...
i suffer for my sanity every night but i wont know i forgotwhere i come from the record spins with the beat of a vague fragility or my memories moving on into no direction moving on are you there all...