[Verse 1]
Safety and security
Minimization to hobby, maturity
Job is number one and soon i dont have time
Millions of dead project files on hard drive, I
[Verse 2]
Bought myself time to kill and i am killing it
By being a job creator fellater with passions impotent
I exist for the company, i am managements instrument
I haven't touched mine, i can no longer be intimate
But every friday night a thought creeps up my spine
Life on the line, ends a second at a time
Work hurts, so return to the old standby
Malt liqour and whopper, ambition goes bye
[Chorus]
Kill your fucking dreams
Bow your head beneath
Threshold of conformity
Or starve in the bleak
[Verse 3]
I worship the hand that feeds
Lick it clean, serves all my needs
I am in the boiling pot
Slowly increase heat until its hellfire hot
[Verse 4]
Data intake in the the third ring, excel till the eyes sting
Flinstones bird says its a living
In the fuckin cubicle cause I dont like risks
Boxes ticked for the standard life path that consists
Of marriage kids a house and too much shit
That I can't afford so its reverse mortgage
Avoid conflict and drink too many drinks
So I dont happen to accidentally think
About how i used to be pre-NPC
Before they beat ambition out of me with all these fucking fees
Unrealistic to not wanna be another casualty
Of society, bad anxiety, crying silently, I say
All that to really say this
I will never fit in where you wish that i would exist
Bernstein universe VoidDweller would slit their wrists
Repress for so long, time bomb fuse lit
[Pre-Chorus]
I will never
[Chorus]
Kill my fucking dreams
Bow my head beneath
Threshold of conformity
I eat in the bleak
[Verse 5]
Thrive on less, need few objects
In conditions abject
In the depths, through the weight of the chains
Fire in my fucking veins
Safety and security
Minimization to hobby, maturity
Job is number one and soon i dont have time
Millions of dead project files on hard drive, I
[Verse 2]
Bought myself time to kill and i am killing it
By being a job creator fellater with passions impotent
I exist for the company, i am managements instrument
I haven't touched mine, i can no longer be intimate
But every friday night a thought creeps up my spine
Life on the line, ends a second at a time
Work hurts, so return to the old standby
Malt liqour and whopper, ambition goes bye
[Chorus]
Kill your fucking dreams
Bow your head beneath
Threshold of conformity
Or starve in the bleak
[Verse 3]
I worship the hand that feeds
Lick it clean, serves all my needs
I am in the boiling pot
Slowly increase heat until its hellfire hot
[Verse 4]
Data intake in the the third ring, excel till the eyes sting
Flinstones bird says its a living
In the fuckin cubicle cause I dont like risks
Boxes ticked for the standard life path that consists
Of marriage kids a house and too much shit
That I can't afford so its reverse mortgage
Avoid conflict and drink too many drinks
So I dont happen to accidentally think
About how i used to be pre-NPC
Before they beat ambition out of me with all these fucking fees
Unrealistic to not wanna be another casualty
Of society, bad anxiety, crying silently, I say
All that to really say this
I will never fit in where you wish that i would exist
Bernstein universe VoidDweller would slit their wrists
Repress for so long, time bomb fuse lit
[Pre-Chorus]
I will never
[Chorus]
Kill my fucking dreams
Bow my head beneath
Threshold of conformity
I eat in the bleak
[Verse 5]
Thrive on less, need few objects
In conditions abject
In the depths, through the weight of the chains
Fire in my fucking veins
( VoidDweller )
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