Here we are hanging onto strains of greed and blues. Break the chain then we break down. Oh it's not real if you don't feel it.. Unspoken expectations, ideals you used to play with.
Here we are hanging. Onto strains of greed and blues. Break the chain then we break down. Oh it's not real if you don't feel it. Unspoken expectations ideals you used to play with.
Pressure on me, can't get out. Situation, it's a melt down. Nine to fivin', wanna shout. New direction, got to get to high ground. . I've got to get back to the floor.