Cover your ground, make your own luck
Keep your mouth shut, no one gives a fuck
Haunted routines, crucify us
Like PTSD underneath a bus
Victim of your own mind
Things are split in two
Victim of your own mind
Your thoughts are killing you
Have a good day? I never had one.
Society's revolver is pointed at your son
Now the barrel is pointed at you
Expendable beings traded for the new
Victim of your own mind
Things are split in two
Victim of your own mind
Your thoughts are killing you
