Oil Rigs

Black gold, back to battle the call goes Black gold under my foothold Pipe's in a chokehold under control We all know, we break our backs for products already sold. I can't shake the mindset I was told I carry the thoughts and ways of old It's so fake Am I disposable? It's what I feel when I leave. And while I, left long ago I'm tied to thoughts that still grow Dissociated, as days turn to years I'm never here, when I'm here Calloused hands Providing For what, for who? Search lights Scour every wall Where can I find home For me alone? Black gold We break our backs for products already sold Black gold We break our backs for products already sold We break our backs for products already sold Already sold Black gold, back to battle the call goes Black gold under my foothold Pipe's in a chokehold under control We all know, we break our backs for products already sold I'd settle if I could It's all on me, but I can't reach my dream I'm guilty I'm Thinking about it every day and constantly There's something wrong with me, there's always been And I, I know Imagining scenarios Where you go I'd settle if I could I'd settle if I could Calloused hands Hanging head Providing For what, for who? Search lights Scour every wall Where can I find home For me alone Search lights Scour every wall Where can I find home For me alone Black gold We break our backs for products already sold Black gold We break our backs for products already sold We break our backs for products already sold Already sold.