Lyrics Run the Machine - B. Dolan

I feel like i should be telling you that i'm getting paid to say this
And poison is the rock upon which I lay my foundation
The pyramids we build next to mills that lay vacant
With dead bodies all up in the basement
Ghost town settlement working the graveshift trying to set death traps
Stacking up like paint chips wanna know white trash
Get abducted in space ships
Women getting fuccked in the ass and waking up crazy
Come to look at it the wages they pay me
Get up before the morning dawn the sun chase me
And plus we are the subject of experimentation
All in halling balls to hell and with us they aching

Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you
You don't look so good what's eating you
Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you
Man You don't look so good
Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you
You don't look so good what's eating you
Who got them teeth in you who got them teeth in you
Man You don't look so good

I crush my balls into a powder sniff it rub it into my gums
Double up the dosage money started talking tongues
Who gave them permission papa so we are the scums
What you sacrifice to keep your body out the weather
Kill that noise and shed that tear it gets warmer every year
The world will strip you naked and then kill you for the skin you wear
Look around ain't there no one there paranoid and gripped by fear
Getting tired getting anxious man you alright what's the deal
Still got time to kill gotta ask the grind got a full plate
Not a half one got let off of you with the mood of aggression
Think i'm a victim of viewers discretion Usual place at news at eleven
Screw those celebrities threw away the seconds
You ain't going crazy just feeding them babies the usual

You 9-5 six to three graded meat they ain't fit to eat
Four to eight six to ten been walk through hell and through it again
Tell them mark you tell them job shit
Look alive those cameras watch better walk soft to the break room
What's your option something speeding cats bring
Everyday a couple people cross the line
A mean machine they feed fine so you gotta eat
You gonna need more drugs to the rescue
They watch me so i watch the screen
Close to the end of the road now at the end of the rope now
At the end of the rope now no hope for the slow down
Just pay what you owe to your your fellas now
Show down broke down brother
And if they catch you trying to breathe
Out in public if you lucky to keep shuffling their feet
Hoping that they can run the clock out
Before the clock's out complete
Some of us are staring the rest of us are morally obese
I can play the card now i can shop at hopefuls
I can keep the lights on i can buy locals
I know you've got a lot invested stories you tell
But you never never mention to the quiet that you
You are preaching to hell
Hey supermarket mosia come pay a few of our bills
Come some sit for an hour come see most of our males
Can't even move a shitty fliers
You distribute wealth i would offer you some of mine
But you see you full of yourself