Hours - Sapient

I work late hours, I keep late hours

the buzzin' in my head gets louder

the wheel in the sky keeps burnin' (burnin')

the wheels in my mind keep turnin' (turnin')

I work late hours, I keep late hours

the ringin' in my ears gets louder

Made with love, it’s made with hate, it’s…

feeling emaciated

it’s chipped and cracked, no it’s perfect

and to fix it would be disservice

put it into print and spread it

like shadows that shadow the incandescene, oh

it’s dark times for you boy

plus a little sunshine widing your toys

my voice and my poise are charmless

my art is all poison darts that point at targets

no more squinting like a newborn (newborn)

abandoned in the dirt that I shoot for (shoot for it)

working angles

gettin' and givin' daps to perfect strangers

pretending I don’t mind the germs they makin'

I sanatize with burning hatred

as Sapient markets the things that he did

Marcus will cease to exist

my clique, armed to the teeth we resist

the mark of the beast on your wrist, yeah

the wheel in the sky keeps burnin' (burnin')

the wheels in my mind keep turnin' (turnin')

I work late hours, I keep late hours

the buzzin' in my head gets louder

the wheel in the sy keeps burnin' (burnin')

the wheels in my mind keep turnin' (turnin')

I work late hours, I keep late hours

the ringin' in my ears gets louder

hours, I work late hours, I keep late hours

hours, I work late hours, I keep late hours

hours, I work late hours, I keep late hours

hours, I work late hours,.now the buzzin' in my head gets louder

I feel it in my skull like rollin' thunder

the holes in my stomach control my hunger

one hand in the rabbit hole, the others hold the ballons

and now the kids do it 'cause we told 'em it’s cool

humans are sticky, why would I love them?

stupid and shifty, the lie and they covet

but we all are one, what#s mine is yours

we all gon' be in the dirt with the dinosaurs

that wheel in the sky keeps burning (burning)

the wheels in my mind keep on fuckin' you up

this a Sapient production, I’m layin' in the cut when

they label me dysfunctional, I gotta say they’re right

I got serrated knife, puttin' cuts in your ears

now you crave my life’s work, my mind hurts

my eyes burn, I’m awake goodnight

if I don’t kill I don’t eat state of mind

anyone in the world can know pain

all work and no play’ll make a person go crazy

anyone in the world can know pain

all murk and nno play’ll make a person go sane (crazy)

anyone in the world can know pain

all work and no play’ll make a person go crazy

anyone in the world can knwo pain

all work and no play’ll make Kurt go Cobain