pink slip
ive got war on my mind all the time. im fucking slaved to the bottom line. do you recognize that sound? thats your little white lie breaking down. its coming back around. selling us shit, hand over list, we're sitting ducks and im sick of it. do you really think you know whats up? ill turn it upside down. im a guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown. (just dont look down) remain oblivious and rest assured theyll take our silence as permission. is it still called "control" when its for your own protection?