catching up on my rest in the excess
i aint depressed i'm just sick of being hell's guest
on some neek shit
they like bleak hits
screaming spite, cut my nose off for a btec

picking my skin off the floor
not the first time
framed into feigning the core
it's a paradigm
it's a cold hard floor at the end of the road
picking plastic flowers in your postcode

look alive, no one knows how the smoke tastes
losing any sense for the choke waste
take five everybody's got a new name
pick another start in the blame game
they got handcuffs for anyone who takes aim
another headless chicken in the campaign
look alive no one knows how the smoke tastes
tryning to find some gold in the new waste

buggered fools
looking forward to death or something
i get off on a page of nothing
we get offered the crumbs and love it

bury the lead
hide the papers unless it's for the weed
sold a q for a magical bean
lose it all in a second
giving up on the dream
cutting ties and bridging potholes for a pyramid scheme
they've got a hand on a bible and another on a starbucks giftcard
paraphrasing nietzsche tryna look hard
pressure to hesitate, it's already late
never got a seat at the table, brought my own dinner plate

i'm in my jobcentre fit looking for another credit to scrounge
chucking feet up at the end of your lounge
with some i don't give a fuck on my breath
with some i don't care what happens next
don't even know how much money's left
time to check my methods cus the devil's breathing down my neck

suffering thieves
got a problem with a mental disease
tryna take the pressure off of my knees
tryna break up the siege
post-mortem for the mellowing league
having problems with defining the beast

so look alive no one knows how the smoke tastes
losing any sense for the choke waste
take time everybody's got a new name
trying to find some gold in the new waste