Grace these tired thoughts, I'm never giving in. Don't care what you have to Offer this time, I'm never giving in. Force fed this tired game I should
Skin wrapped tight The walls closing in Forever, this building will never change Broken down, no energy inside Look to my hands, embedded with filth
But what can I do? Sounded less like shit before paper soaked up this ink Maybe I'll make it rhyme, hide the fact we're doomed to sink Initiate a scheme Chronicles
