Build myself in the dirt

Sacred right, sacred curse

(Low tech)

Who of us expected dust?

Promised gold and handed rust in return

For your life and sacrifice

Did your job, now rust and die

To be a man with nowhere to stand (Where to stand)

Old tech with your dick left in your hand

You built the world, but can't share it (Can't share it)

I'm sorry, son, we're not the ones to inherit

Old souls

Not royalty

I want nothing, solitude will prove

I won't lose

Forced to move, forced to choose

Beyond bygones, my legs walk on

(Land of the hurt)

The world I see but know but I could never be

(Defined by, designed by)

But when my eyes shut I know who I am (I know who I am)

Hit the switch

To be a man with nowhere to stand

My plans reduced to what's in my hand

Ground zero

Fists in the dirt

Simply born, simply die

I was built and designed

Low tech

Enemies to my kind

Fight the tide, toe the line (But I'm)

Crudely made and refined in mind

For this low tech