[Hook] Cups up for the things that we've been through We reminisce on the ways that we got by Feeling anxious cause time is an issue We do it all cause we know that the clock lies We want a way out, we want a way in Ambition mixed with dreams we never want it wasted Red lights, grey skies, so we fake that The struggle is the story and the story is amazing
[Verse 1] I see the clock inside my phone just staring back at me Like what we do with all our time could be a tragedy But we ain't leaning on the apathy, we actually Have started something big enough to call a fucking happening With no sixth sense we are like the sixth man Hustle for the clock ticks, hustle 'till we hit Japan Throw a fucking hashtag, #occupy-everything Stay up in the parks, let your democracy play Halloween They love the face paint, they love the photo ops The sitting pretty when their underlings play Photoshop They cut the arts budget, they cut creative costs They see themselves with wrinkled faces and no ??? The truth hurts but we're stronger for revealing it Concealing where we fucked up's no way to deal with shit Brow bag lunch, and I got a snack pack Time to go to work even if it's in a snap-back We're wearing different hats, we run in different circles That clock is ticking but we're on our job so fuck a curfew
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[Verse 2] They march to the same beat, but everybody wanna sound off They love when they when they say cheese, but our shadows seem to play ground-hog Hibernate 'till mistakes I pay back, no time to recline or lay back That passion is our pay-cheque, fuck a vowl, I'll solve it, say Jack That wheel of fortune is a gambler with a bad hand Kick it to the curb with the force of Mr.Van Damme So cop a claudograph, we're work-a-holics intervening On the status quo it seems as reckless as it is deceiving I'm tying up my boots and managing addictions Keep the moderation coming the prescription for our shitlist Sitting on the throne watching all your minions bitching Sounds impressive 'till you see the isolation that you live in Damn -- gotta socialize. Open up and stay open eyed Cold world turned your heart to stone. No poster boy, you just posterized John Stocks over Mike Jord[an], the little things we fight for Sound tracks of the light, big lights, big city when we strike that right chord
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
