i move the steel grate across my chest
because it’s real
but the blood stays in my skin

like something else is trapped inside me

sitting in traffic on the daily grind

but somewhere i got to draw the line
what’s the point in this $#&@ing rat race
i want to shoot myself in the $#&@ing face

media media
think for yourself
media media

they call this wealth?
media media
they feed it to us

media media
and we eat it all up