Tekster: Dirty Money. Other. Mind In Pieces.

Looking back at growing up, I never thought we'd end up this fucked.

My mind in pieces, we're stuck in a rut. We had the world in our grasp but we fucked it up. Now looking back at our better days, can't you see there's only misery that's coming our way?

They're always there looking over our shoulders, now each and every day, my heart grows colder.

They're always watching, keeping their tab's. Who gives a shit about life when there's money to grab. So how the fuck are we meant to get by, when we're always being tracked by their watchful fucking eye.

They're always there looking over our shoulders, now each and every day, my heart grows colder.

We're all trapped by commitments to something we didn't choose, so how the fuck are we meant to get by, when this world is built for us to lose