We're spokes within the wheel
The grease on steel
We debtors forever
We're their achilles heel
All these ideals
Won't weather the pressure
We're toking in the fields
Our brains are peeled
We petals, we feathers
Away from racketeers
We deign to heal
To sever whatever
The door was ajar
And chaos slipped through
Pulled at the thread
Said it's nice to meet you
The door was ajar
And chaos slipped through
Pulled at the thread
Said it's nice to meet you