I cripple the cage, The structure starts collapsing, The suit's taylor made It's the only one that fits me, did i make the grade? i feel the pressure that my bed is already made So i guess I'll lie here in the grave i made, and decompose
Those plastic coated people are out to get you
So save yourself now, or stay, fight, and die
I'm not afraid, but im a slave to this rat race Always wanting more, until my cup is more full than the next guy's Ill keep scraping away, I'll keep digging my grave, like a blade to my vein
Cutting and scraping and carving my life away Until i just can't take anymore
Those plastic coated people are out to get you
Those plastic coated people want to sacrifice you
This is the slow dying process Until death
Burning This is over
Those plastic coated people are on to you
You know your life is over, those plastic coated people are on to you
This is nothing, to the pain you'll feel
Cut, cut it, cut, cut the cord