Chorus:

It’s no rules, (there’s) nothing to lose, and it can’t relate
To the masses, trying to be the fastest
Barrel of crabs, you barely see nobody last,
Fall back fast, 'til the present feels like the past
Let alone the future: way too far out of grasp,
Just do the math (and) look at the prints on the beaten path,
System crash,
Flashbacks to the cause to be exact,
Picking up the pieces survive and struggle to stay in tact.


Verse 1

Against the grain, must be insane to maintain true
To everything that makes the new times new-
It’s always another level and something else to develop
And truth becomes just a function of wealth-
This is hell if the money’s the root of all evil,
It wreaks upheaval,
We can’t leave, depends on what you believe,
Sink or swim, got to breathe, conniving for what we need,
Too many people Breed, we're over budget for greed,
Foundation cracking-
We're overweight, we're wasting space,
No traces of dignity, fighting for the same place,
The real estate shows its face on the clocks of what we chase
And every time we make a move,
We’re too willing to break the rules.


Chorus:

It’s no rules, (there’s) nothing to lose, and it can’t relate
To the masses, trying to be the fastest
Barrel of crabs, you barely see nobody last,
Fall back fast, 'til the present feels like the past
Let alone the future: way too far out of grasp,
Just do the math (and) look at the prints on the beaten path,
System crash,
Flashbacks to the cause to be exact,
Picking up the pieces survive and struggle to stay in tact.


Verse 2

Must move up or minimum lateral,
Somebody always tries to undercut - offer collateral
Damages, the bandages soaking up 'til you fold up,
Understand famine before you could ever get rolled up in profits, Demolish all notion of being hopeless and acknowledge
All options of things that could put you in motion-
The people you use, but sometimes you lose,
Stay in the game long enough, make enemies,
Friends always need something,
Offering close to nothing and always keep a smile,
Been a while since I’ve seen that many go the extra mile,
Seeking to buy their way to heaven - just a mile high,
Willing to die at the hands of weapons that control minds.


Chorus:

It’s no rules, (there’s) nothing to lose, and it can’t relate
To the masses, trying to be the fastest
Barrel of crabs, you barely see nobody last,
Fall back fast, 'til the present feels like the past
Let alone the future: way too far out of grasp,
Just do the math (and) look at the prints on the beaten path,
System crash,
Flashbacks to the cause to be exact,
Picking up the pieces survive and struggle to stay in tact.