Best intentions, drive into the ground
Pick you up then it shove you down

Can't see it
Don't feel it
And it's just like that you're stopped, dead in your tracks

Yeah, slick, you're nailed, cheap martyr on the cross
Ill-gotten gains, not really such a loss

Can't see it
Don't feel it
And it's just like that you're stopped, dead in your tracks

Go act the fool, hey, that's your role to play
Stop your whining, kid
Nobody's listening anyway
Oh!

Hope this world, it don't bring you down
Spit you up, then turn you round
Toss your razor high, slice through the lies you've made
I'll catch the handle and you'll, you'll catch the blade

Can't see it
Don't feel it
And it's just like that you're stopped, dead in your tracks
And it's just like that you're stopped, dead in your tracks

Go act the fool, hey, that's your role to play
Stop your whining, kid
Nobody's listening anyway