Fuck your industry Your money means nothing to me Fuck your sense of pride Withered and dead on the inside Fuck your lies
Left in the cold or left for dead We choose what's best in a sea uncommon
Fuck your sense of pride You'll never take mine
Eat, work, and sleep Wake up adrift and trapped in a sea uncommon Leave ourselves nothing but time to react Your industry is regressed, now success is excess You gotta dial it back