Caught in the mix
Of chemicals
Tearing through and wearing thin
But I still bleed through my thick skin
Feeling like a pest
I'm getting worked to death
I can't stick to the script
I stick to myself
How much to sell your soul
And turn into a drone
You'd think I'd have better hind sight
But I can't seem to get that right
Feeling like a pest
I get worked to death
I can't stick to the script
I stick to myself
Feeling like a pest
Getting worked to death
I can't stick to the script
I stick to myself
