You Got Me Forced To Crack
My Lids In Two
I´m Still Stuck Inside This Rubber Room
I Gotta Punch The Clock That
Leads The Blind
I´m Just Another Gear In The Assembly
Line - Oh No

The Noose Gets Tighter Around
My Throat
But I Ain´t At The End Of My Rope ´cause
I Won´t Be The One Left Behind
Can´t Be King Of The World
If You´re Slave To The Grind
Tear Down The Rat Racial Slime
Can´t Be King Of The World
If You´re Slave To The Grind

Get It?

A Routine Injection, A Lethal Dose
But My Day In The Sun Ain´t Even Close
There´s No Need To Waste
Your Prayers On Me
You Better Mark My Words
´cause I´m History
Yes Indeed

You Might Beg For Mercy To Get By
But I´d Rather Tear This Thorn
From My Side

I Won´t Be The One Left Behind
You Can´t Be King Of The World
If You´re Slave To The Grind
Tear Down The Rat Racial Slime
Can´t Be King Of The World
If You´re Slave To The Grind

They Swallowed Thier Daggers By
Turning Their Trick
They Tore My Intentions Apart
Brick By Brick
I´m Sick Of The Jive
You Talk Verbal Insecticide

They Swallowed Thier Daggers By
Turning Their Trick
They Tore My Intentions Apart
Brick By Brick
I´m Sick Of The Jive
You Talk Verbal Insecticide

I Won´t Be The One Left Behind

You Can´t Be King Of The World
If You´re Slave To The Grind
Tear Down The Rat Racial Slime
You Can´t Be King Of The World
If You´re Slave To The Grind

I Said Slave To The Grind
Slave To The Grind
Slave To The Grind