Run The Machine - B. Dolan

I feel like i should be telling you that i’m getting paid to say this

And poison is the rock upon which I lay my foundation

The pyramids we build next to mills that lay vacant

With dead bodies all up in the basement

Ghost town settlement working the graveshift trying to set death traps

Stacking up like paint chips wanna know white trash

Get abducted in space ships

Women getting fuccked in the ass and waking up crazy

Come to look at it the wages they pay me

Get up before the morning dawn the sun chase me

And plus we are the subject of experimentation

All in halling balls to hell and with us they aching

Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you

You don’t look so good what’s eating you

Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you

Man You don’t look so good

Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you

You don’t look so good what’s eating you

Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you

Man You don’t look so good

I crush my balls into a powder sniff it rub it into my gums

Double up the dosage money started talking tongues

Who gave them permission papa so we are the scums

What you sacrifice to keep your body out the weather

Kill that noise and shed that tear it gets warmer every year

The world will strip you naked and then kill you for the skin you wear

Look around ain’t there no one there paranoid and gripped by fear

Getting tired getting anxious man you alright what’s the deal

Still got time to kill gotta ask the grind got a full plate

Not a half one got let off of you with the mood of aggression

Think i’m a victim of viewers discretion Usual place at news at eleven

Screw those celebrities threw away the seconds

You ain’t going crazy just feeding them babies the usual

You 9−5 six to three graded meat they ain’t fit to eat

Four to eight six to ten been walk through hell and through it again

Tell them mark you tell them job shit

Look alive those cameras watch better walk soft to the break room

What’s your option something speeding cats bring

Everyday a couple people cross the line

A mean machine they feed fine so you gotta eat

You gonna need more drugs to the rescue

They watch me so i watch the screen

Close to the end of the road now at the end of the rope now

At the end of the rope now no hope for the slow down

Just pay what you owe to your your fellas now

Show down broke down brother

And if they catch you trying to breathe

Out in public if you lucky to keep shuffling their feet

Hoping that they can run the clock out

Before the clock’s out complete

Some of us are staring the rest of us are morally obese

I can play the card now i can shop at hopefuls

I can keep the lights on i can buy locals

I know you’ve got a lot invested stories you tell

But you never never mention to the quiet that you

You are preaching to hell

Hey supermarket mosia come pay a few of our bills

Come some sit for an hour come see most of our males

Can’t even move a shitty fliers

You distribute wealth i would offer you some of mine

But you see you full of yourself