See Colin Slash Quart Of Meat
I've gotta slow down, go down, another system shutdown
Stability's ability to hold me up is down
In other times and other places where I see all the same faces
And I hold none of the aces, it's the same track, same track
I've waited so long
I can't be so wrong
I've exhausted all my options
I feel nothing
There is nothing
Left but time to augment wanting
You've gotta go down, hear the sound of what you drove in to the ground
I feel it's safe to say the noise I make beats your noise pound for pound
You've forgotten social graces, I have covered all your bases
Moving at the speed, your pace is rat trapped, rat trapped