A contraption constructed into our mind
Driving us to success
Or tearing us a part
Working us to our freakin bone
Only to have everything torn way from us
Life why the **** would you do this?
Drive me towards this makings of fantasy
A concept built upon the foundations of society
But constricted by authority
And such a strong craving forms
And engulfs my soul
As it drives my body for only one thing
There's no other route taken
Because the rest are refused
By the competitive nature that lies within
As we come faced forward with our only chances
We throw it all away with our fears
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
A contraption constructed into our mind
Driving us to success
Or tearing us a part
Working us to our freakin bone
Only to have everything torn way from us
Life why the **** would you do this?
Drive me towards this makings of fantasy
A concept built upon the foundations of society
But constricted by authority
And such a strong craving forms
And engulfs my soul
As it drives my body for only one thing
There's no other route taken
Because the rest are refused
By the competitive nature that lies within
As we come faced forward with our only chances
We throw it all away with our fears
