Focus? We didn't even notice. We awake in a place we can barely recognize. Yeah. Hypnosis.
I don't know what I am. I don't know where I've been. Human junk. Just words and so much skin. Stick my hands through the cage endless routine.
Shut up. Silence. Add a little violence. And offend and pretend and defend and demand my compliance.
Needful. Too many fucking people. You'll have to take care of yourselves. You know I've got my hands full.
God Money I'll do anything for you. God Money just tell me what you want me to. God Money nail me up against the wall. God Money don't want everything, he wants it all.
God Money's not looking for the cure. God Money's not concerned about the sick among the pure. God Money let's go dancing on the back's of the bruised. The God Money's not one to choose.
No you can't take it. No you can't take it. No you can't take that away from me.
Well I used to stand for something. Now I'm on my hands and knees. Traded in my God for this one, and he signs his name with a Capital G.
Well I used to stand for something, but forgot what that could be. There's a lot of me inside you. Maybe you're afraid to see.
Bow down before the one you serve. You're doing to get what you deserve.
And look what you gone done. Come on welcome oblivion.
And if you look at your reflection, is that all you want to be? What if you could look right through the cracks? Would you find yourself? Find yourself afraid to see?
Are you less than?
Now I'm nothing.
Just some flesh caught in this big broken machine.