The Unliquid
I can t see rusty chains, baby
I can t see, but I m slave
It s my soul-searching time, but I
Stuck in a rut and feel low.
Step on it, dust from wheel shut in
My snows of yesteryear
Here and now, seems so real, baby
Tear along the sunbeams.
Fast faster, it s too late back up, point of no return,
Horse-mill burn down with car exhaust
I m sorry, so sorry, disappointing you, yeah
My sweetheart monetary trap
