Cogs
Aspirations sacrificed to the overlords
Wanna do don't equate to more ore
Slowly forget the end of the equation
The plan becomes a work related phrase
Lose contact with my creation
A turbid paper is my liason
Talk to me in your mind in my absense
Don't know why I came first place
Hustle future's my reaction
Make an LP in eight sunrise
Uhm...
No time to do it right or Sisyphus the weight
Not a dime to analyze the reagent
Whored for coerced
My life is interpretive cinema
I think I need a raise
Wanna do don't equate to more ore
Slowly forget the end of the equation
The plan becomes a work related phrase
Lose contact with my creation
A turbid paper is my liason
Talk to me in your mind in my absense
Don't know why I came first place
Hustle future's my reaction
Make an LP in eight sunrise
Uhm...
No time to do it right or Sisyphus the weight
Not a dime to analyze the reagent
Whored for coerced
My life is interpretive cinema
I think I need a raise
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Writer(s): Adam James Robinson
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