Washed of sins at work in the city functioning men are happy to be the cogs and we don’t mind selling hopes for brighter days they don’t even know the way they will surrender stop this I’m a lizard a leash you’re after tear it before you’re dust in tear it I love the way the creatures bride I don’t know where or when I lose my mind but I’ve seen it too soon clubs of crackers the system is down man realize they are the victims of the host mechanical profit belt we don’t mind cause we won’t pay the bill picking up the crowns I won’t be enough I haven’t pulling strings twisted endeavors studying to decay you said why are we gonna stay
