Scraping away on the down hill grind
But you do, motherfucker
Will you look within then turn around and bite?
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
And not received a teardrop in a bucket
On the deafened funeral eardrums of the blind masses
But you do, motherfucker
Money the excrement of labor
Compromise leads to self-loathing
Hard-boiled, son of a bitch
Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul
I know for I have toiled in the halls of the mighty
The world doesn't owe me a thing
And you don't get to keep shit
Rise above, extract your life
As life slowly unravels with nothing to show
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most
The world doesn't owe me a thing
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Except politics and power trips
So crooked when you die
But your wasted time and dust
Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will
Turn and bite, turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash
They're gonna have to screw your ass
Into the ground
And a bad breath down your neck
A thousand points of lies falling
Motherfuck it
