"Backstab The Rat Race" lyrics
"Backstab The Rat Race"
Release it all to stop the void
Out harsh the noise, context the exploits
Save your breath on a 5 year plan
Just shake my hand like a worn out spray can
Born to order but chaos reigns
There's no grand architect coursing through my veins
Gloss me over, roll me out
Defuse this bomb, erase my doubt
I, I'm not giving up
Just existing here
I'll take it all day by day
I, I'm not giving in
Your game is rigged
I'll make it out my own way
Backstab the rat face right in the boat race
Save this anchor for the real market banker
Can't stand to lose, even take the abuse
I'll be on Walden Pond, just label me obtuse
Stuck in the middle, lost way to go
Asking for help in a murder of crows
Roll me over, gloss me out
Eyes wide open, ready to shout
I, I'm not giving up
Just existing here
I'll take it all day by day
I, I'm not giving in
Your game is rigged
I'll make it out my own way
Work
Work
Work blasted in our minds, we've got to pull this shrapnel piece by piece
Paralyze fear, open up the options of your own creation
You freak, your actions, you reap your rewards
The world is yours, motherfucker
I, I'm not giving up
Just existing here
I'll take it all day by day
I, I'm not giving in
Your game is rigged
I'll make it out my own way
Work
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