-the Beltway- Lyrics - The Carbon Copy Silver Lining - Fair To Midland

At the rate i'm goin 

Little hands will be all that hold me back and 

The minute men they stand and watch 

Well fuck them through 

Don't lose touch 

Better keep those shoes 

And specs on the middle 

The minute men they stand and watch 

Well fuck them 

Still approved, 

Located in the region 

Somewhere off of bermuda 

Caught on quick, 

Consider it belittled 

Tired and deleted. 

Everbody look its a breathing stepping stone 

Not to be confused with my meanlingless monologue 

Hummingbird 

Killed the lion's pride 

With the 

Streaks of shade 

And by the way......... 

I'll be frank, 

Where lights dim under pressure, 

And ignore applications, 

Excuse me, 

Corrections are appealing, 

Locks to secure breathing. 

Everbody listen to him, he speaks in monotone, 

Another cyborg among the fertile drones. 

...and now i bare this curse for you. 

Not for him. 

It loses a blinker, 

Fought both sides, 

And now i bare these thoughts of you, 

Not of him. 

I'll stay right here and gaurd the similar. 

Strike! 

Leg up, say you'll get. 

Tell me you'll get it.