"For some people, life is just a rat race.  This scares me."

- Mandy

The Man

Life is so exciting

Clock's tick tock is so inviting

Gray, black, gray is so inspiring

Day to day its just so tiring

Life is getting hazy

Dull and sullen musty paisley

Don't and won't cry doesn't phase me

Eyes and I am dry and lazy

And its not so much the way that the cold black hole,

It shoulders me when I give in

Not who I should have been

But its so much more the way that it takes, rapes, fakes

My substance with stability

You can't be free

I'm losing sight of me

You're not too blind to see

The man that brings you down

Will rip apart your life, your mind, your soul

And when those three crash down

You know the heat turns up and cooks you whole

I've been thinking about this rat race we're in

This blank space we're in

That you can never win

Because to win, to lose signifies an end

And there is no end

There is no end

No end to this game, for we are the game

And cash is the hunter racing and chasing us

Defacing and wasting us to the finish line

Where do you draw the line?

And its not so much the way that the cold black hole,

It shoulders me when I give in

Not who I should have been

But its so much more the way that it takes, rapes, fakes

My substance with stability

You can't be free

I'm losing sight of me

You're not too blind to see

The man that brings you down

Will rip apart your life, your mind, your soul

And when those three crash down

You know the heat turns up and cooks you whole

words - Mandy Beck

music - Honeycreeper

© 2005 Honeycreeper