Run the Machine

I feel like i should be telling you that i'm getting paid to say this And poison is the rock upon which I lay my foundation The pyramids we build next to mills that lay vacant With dead bodies all up in the basement Ghost town settlement working the graveshift trying to set death traps Stacking up like paint chips wanna know white trash Get abducted in space ships Women getting fuccked in the ass and waking up crazy Come to look at it the wages they pay me Get up before the morning dawn the sun chase me And plus we are the subject of experimentation All in halling balls to hell and with us they aching Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you You don't look so good what's eating you Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you Man You don't look so good Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you You don't look so good what's eating you Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you Man You don't look so good I crush my balls into a powder sniff it rub it into my gums Double up the dosage money started talking tongues Who gave them permission papa so we are the scums What you sacrifice to keep your body out the weather Kill that noise and shed that tear it gets warmer every year The world will strip you naked and then kill you for the skin you wear Look around ain't there no one there paranoid and gripped by fear Getting tired getting anxious man you alright what's the deal Still got time to kill gotta ask the grind got a full plate Not a half one got let off of you with the mood of aggression Think i'm a victim of viewers discretion Usual place at news at eleven Screw those celebrities threw away the seconds You ain't going crazy just feeding them babies the usual You 9-5 six to three graded meat they ain't fit to eat Four to eight six to ten been walk through hell and through it again Tell them mark you tell them job shit Look alive those cameras watch better walk soft to the break room What's your option something speeding cats bring Everyday a couple people cross the line A mean machine they feed fine so you gotta eat You gonna need more drugs to the rescue They watch me so i watch the screen Close to the end of the road now at the end of the rope now At the end of the rope now no hope for the slow down Just pay what you owe to your your fellas now Show down broke down brother And if they catch you trying to breathe Out in public if you lucky to keep shuffling their feet Hoping that they can run the clock out Before the clock's out complete Some of us are staring the rest of us are morally obese I can play the card now i can shop at hopefuls I can keep the lights on i can buy locals I know you've got a lot invested stories you tell But you never never mention to the quiet that you You are preaching to hell Hey supermarket mosia come pay a few of our bills Come some sit for an hour come see most of our males Can't even move a shitty fliers You distribute wealth i would offer you some of mine But you see you full of yourself