we never let the sticky vibrant dust stick to your fingers
we never for forget the number, as it lingers

we are a team working toward their dream
they love me like im an unknown gem
we are working towards the goal
of the ultimate control

i am their soul
i work hard to make their bodies turn to stems
and for what reason has my hard work has been condemned

we pay the final price for sticks as bones
it should be known that i wasn't the one who planted the seeds
their jealousy of a thinner branches did indeed

i work hard throughout the trenches
i shield every extra number like a knight in shining armor
im the silly little voice in their head
to let them know to drink water instead
a stick of gum and some ice is better

i am the go getter
the power in their resistant
the savior in their brain
warning them not to eat what's ahead.