[Prevail:]
I’m working overtime
With a rhyme
Hold the line
There’s dirt and there’s sludge and there’s slime on my mind
Some days I think that’ll it’ll never come clean one way or another I’ll discover what it means
I’m working overtime
With a rhyme
Hold the line
There’s filth and there’s sludge and there’s grime on my mind
Some days I know that’ll it’ll never come clean but one way or another I’ll discover what it means
[Liesa:]
Workin’ overtime
But I got it locked down
Though at times it can be heavy
Speakin’ outta line
All this while
What I said, possibilities are ready
[Prevail:]
My stockpile from a rockpile made of dust
It’ll get up in your ears and your eyes and your guts
You try to wash it off but it sticks to your skin
It’s like a thick black tar from a jar in which you swim
The undertow pulls you to a midnight landscape
The opposite of natural this black capsule is man made
And inside it contains a million micro contaminants
That flow through your bloodstream and cause deadly damage
Like sight loss white dots sludge across you retinas
Vital signs are flatlining etc etc
Multiply bacteria and quarantine the area
And box them in with locks and pins and lots of metal barriers
It’s Sludge
I’m working overtime
With a rhyme
Hold the line
There’s dirt and there’s sludge and there’s slime on my mind
Some days I think that’ll it’ll never come clean one way or another I’ll discover what it means
I’m working overtime
With a rhyme
Hold the line
There’s filth and there’s sludge and there’s grime on my mind
Some days I know that’ll it’ll never come clean but one way or another I’ll discover what it means
[Liesa:]
Workin’ overtime
But I got it locked down
Though at times it can be heavy
Speakin’ outta line
All this while
What I said, possibilities are ready
Workin’ overtime
But I got it locked down
Though at times it can be heavy
Speakin’ outta line
All this while
What I said, possibilities are ready
[Neph:]
They don’t want us to make a dime for it
I would run through every sign for it
You want some then stand in line for it
Not my life
Won’t give you mine for it
Cut the head off a snake and pull the ladder
What’s the matter
Back to square one
Dig through the dirt, grime, and the sludge
Plot has the thickened
A cataclysm
The thread is splitting
The titles fitting
With how I’m feeling
The powers that will me to be
Same ones that’ll creep
Draggin’ me underneath
Pullin’ me deeper
Every time that I try to reach out
It’s either this or that
Climbing back
But the hill is steeper from what I remember
Before the fever
Wakin’ up from my amnesia
Its sludge
[Liesa:]
Workin’ overtime
But I got it locked down
Though at times it can be heavy
Speakin’ outta line
All this while
What I said, possibilities are ready
Workin’ overtime
But I got it locked down
Though at times it can be heavy
Speakin’ outta line
All this while
What I said, possibilities are ready
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