Standing at the base of the pyramid
But its never gonna meet the end.
Youre not supposed to know that it exists,
When nothing set us, nothing do deny.
If you leave your place in the fond days
To see the castles made of sand.
Watch it fall into the sea or either way
And you dont see how youre feeling okay.
Your suits, the law, the uniforms,
They agree on the same patrons.
Time is what you got,
So do you know who youre standing on
When they say its cheap, thats how hard it goes
And cause the swipe of the game it suppose.
Your suits, the law, the uniforms,
They agree on the same patrons.
You know that life was made for so much more than this
More you wait, the more lose life control.
Oh, I dont want your job,
No, I wont live your life,
No, I wont live your life.
So I wont live for you
No, I aint got a boat,
No, I aint got a boat.
I see yourselves tonight, Ill understand
What it is that makes a man.
When I hear them say that the lots you own
I hear insistence to broke your mouths.
If we can make it through the uny,
The worldll become a jungle in doubt.
Its the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.
You know that life was made for someone more than this,
More than wait is profit and control.
Oh, I dont want your job,
No, I wont live your life,
No, I wont live your life.
So I wont live for you
No, I aint got a boat,
No, I aint got a boat.
Its the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.
You know that life was made for someone more than this,
More than wait is profit and control.
Its the suits, the law, the uniforms bringing grieve on the sand patrol.
You know that life was made for someone more than this,
More than wait is profit and control.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
