Son of a bitch, I thought I was free, but these nets keep stopping my fall. These hands keep pulling me, working me to the bone. Guiding my hands to do what I refuse. No easy way out, which way is free?
Back in line
Abandon all hope, these waters eat what’s ripe. Another factory stain on the wall, another blister popped, let the healing begin and forget. Churn that bait, turn that wheel, we’ll never be finished. We’re driving this ship till it’s in the ground.
Let me grow wings, let me at least pretend. Dreams are all that’s free that’s my living proof.
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