What was saved
Could not have been
The original race
And still we slave
For a face
For a glaze
Everyone knows it
No one does nothing about it
So how dare you
Act upon what we all want
How dare you
Crash our dreams
Everyone knows
They’re not for living
They’re for dying for
Seven thirty-six
Whose got your cheap tricks
A clock, a flask, or
The one that licks
Up your sweat
Up your tears
They go up, up
Along with your fears
What goes below
That’s what I wanna know
What goes below