Techdeck

This is for the real ones
Fuck all the fakes
You know we can never relate
We're grinding away we're grinding
Just searching for truth in violence

This world is ours
My mind is mine
This world is ours
My mind is mine

Burning
My bridges
With every two faced coward

I'm fucking choking on the lies
Repetition endless suffering
When will they learn
(When will they fucking learn)

This world is ours
My mind is mine
This world is ours
They're trying to lead our thoughts down
Into oblivion
Down into oblivion
Down
Down
Down to oblivion

Crushed to dust

We're setting the pace
They're running the race
No way to relate
Too busy grinding away
They are the fakes
We with the real ones
Do what it takes
We grinding away

What does it take to get to the top
I'm never gon' stop
Never gon' drop down to that frequency
They don't mean a thing to me
They don't mean a thing to us
They cannot buy our trust
Keeping the circle small
And spreading the love
Spreading the love

Rolling all of my problems away
In a backwood
Lay my worries to rest
Rolling all of their problems away
In a backwood
Lay their worries to rest



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Cottee
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