lost my pick

-that'll do it-
I lost my pick, maybe it's at dad's
I'm lost within, in here i'm going mad
I found a trick i'm playing with a dime
I found a leak, and now i cannot smile
I used to lie still
Now from you i steal
Coz from what i've seen
You're not the victim
I lost my pick, i'm playing with a dime
I'll break my strings it's a matter of time
Materialist, until after you've died
I did get sick, finding out bout' your crimes
You're in a hurry to be entertained
And you're not sorry for being the same
Your only worry is your next item
Your mind is blurry and your health is stained
You're a slave of the system
A slave of the system



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