Simply Rewthless

When you've got your head (in the ground)
It takes something (so simple) as a shovel (to unearth)
An initial (thought for change)
Pickpocket the senses (gather up)
We need pieces to fit (draw it out)
The mold that you wanted (to create)
The shape and the size (accommodate)
Still a dime a dozen (under your thumb)
Gather what you can (pickpocket)
Draw the diagram (pieces fit)
We can, we can, we can, create a perfect plan to escape the bullshit you've left us in
To sink like quicksand filling our lungs makes it hard to say what I don't know
Its truly the hardest game, I've had the displeasure to play
But when you play by your own rules, you'll find it was created for you!
Oh to know the difference, between being helpless and overly selfish, but you don't



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Johnson
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