f** your industry
Your money means nothing to me
f** your sense of pride
Withered and dead on the inside
f** your lies
Left in the cold or left for dead
We choose what's best in a sea uncommon
f** your sense of pride
You'll never f**ing take mine
Eat, work, and sleep, wake up adrift
And trapped in a sea uncommon
Leave ourselves nothing but time to react
Your industry is regressed, now success is excess
You gotta dial it back, you gotta dial it back
You gotta dial it back, you gotta dial it back
f** your industry