I’m working overtime

With a rhyme

Hold the line

There’s dirt and there’s sludge and there’s slime on my mind

Some days I think that’ll it’ll never come clean one way or another I’ll discover what it means

I’m working overtime

With a rhyme

Hold the line

There’s filth and there’s sludge and there’s grime on my mind

Some days I know that’ll it’ll never come clean but one way or another I’ll discover what it means

Workin’ overtime

But I got it locked down

Though at times it can be heavy

Speakin’ outta line

All this while

What I said, possibilities are ready

My stockpile from a rockpile made of dust

It’ll get up in your ears and your eyes and your guts

You try to wash it off but it sticks to your skin

It’s like a thick black tar from a jar in which you swim

The undertow pulls you to a midnight landscape

The opposite of natural this black capsule is man made

And inside it contains a million micro contaminants

That flow through your bloodstream and cause deadly damage

Like sight loss white dots sludge across you retinas

Vital signs are flatlining etc etc

Multiply bacteria and quarantine the area

And box them in with locks and pins and lots of metal barriers

It’s Sludge

I’m working overtime

With a rhyme

Hold the line

There’s dirt and there’s sludge and there’s slime on my mind

Some days I think that’ll it’ll never come clean one way or another I’ll discover what it means

I’m working overtime

With a rhyme

Hold the line

There’s filth and there’s sludge and there’s grime on my mind

Some days I know that’ll it’ll never come clean but one way or another I’ll discover what it means

Workin’ overtime

But I got it locked down

Though at times it can be heavy

Speakin’ outta line

All this while

What I said, possibilities are ready

Workin’ overtime

But I got it locked down

Though at times it can be heavy

Speakin’ outta line

All this while

What I said, possibilities are ready

They don't want us to make a dime for it

I would run through every sign for it

You want some then stand in line for it

Not my life / won't give you mine for it

Cut the head off a snake and pull the ladder

What's the matter / back to square one

Dig through the dirt, grime, and the sludge

Plot has the thickened / a cataclysm

The thread is splitting / the titles fitting

With how i'm feeling / the powers that will me to be

Same ones that'll creep / draggin’ me underneath

Pullin’ me deeper / every time that I try to reach out

It's either this or that/ climbing back

But the hill is steeper from what I remember

Before the fever / wakin’ up from my amnesia

Its sludge

Workin’ overtime

But I got it locked down

Though at times it can be heavy

Speakin’ outta line

All this while

What I said, possibilities are ready

Workin’ overtime

But I got it locked down

Though at times it can be heavy

Speakin’ outta line

All this while

What I said, possibilities are ready