Lefty/Clockwork
Cut It Out!
I move the steel grate across my chest Because it's real But the blood stays in my skin Like something else is trapped inside me Sitting in traffic on the daily grind But somewhere i got to draw the line What's the point in this fucking rat race I want to shoot myself in the fucking face Media media Think for yourself Media media They call this wealth? Media media They feed it to us Media media And we eat it all up