Cut It Out! Leftyclockwork Lyrics

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 f*cking rat race i want to shoot myself in the f*cking face
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think for yourself
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they call this wealth?
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they feed it to us
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and we eat it all up