Looking around I see the dimly lit eyes
In the dimly lit caves watching
The dim-witted slaves
Slaves to the money not a one of them saves
Money that brings both the watched and the watcher closer to there graves
Welcome to the fast lane
Where the passage of time is more than a notion of the distant inevitable
But here time sits at your back watching your every move
Panelizing your every motion as you take another sip of vision and delusion
You drink internal rust from a glass or a bottle
No matter the size or shape its all just a throttle
Speeding you on your way to that judgment day
Time is patient though
not worried a bit
Cus your in his world now! so take another sip
Oh snap big willy Is that a cigarette you lit
You my kinda a ***** not worried a bit
Eye drops a fresh cut, new suit and some crisp dolla bills
Help to camouflage the signs of weary on your heels
But keep f***ing around and soon you will look like the others
In the round
Or should I say
In The ground
In the dimly lit caves watching
The dim-witted slaves
Slaves to the money not a one of them saves
Money that brings both the watched and the watcher closer to there graves
Welcome to the fast lane
Where the passage of time is more than a notion of the distant inevitable
But here time sits at your back watching your every move
Panelizing your every motion as you take another sip of vision and delusion
You drink internal rust from a glass or a bottle
No matter the size or shape its all just a throttle
Speeding you on your way to that judgment day
Time is patient though
not worried a bit
Cus your in his world now! so take another sip
Oh snap big willy Is that a cigarette you lit
You my kinda a ***** not worried a bit
Eye drops a fresh cut, new suit and some crisp dolla bills
Help to camouflage the signs of weary on your heels
But keep f***ing around and soon you will look like the others
In the round
Or should I say
In The ground