Relentless grinding, My fingers to bone and my bones to dust, I crumble to my unwinding Strict sadist internal antagonist Holding on to my freedom Is it selfish not to let it go? I wouldn’t know Lay me down, I want to rest Desaturate my colours, send me to bed Lay me down, my spirit is in distress Desaturate my colours, send me to bed So many times, I’ve waked to find the coldness of the morning air The delusion of us all: “I work therefore I am” No days free for family, no garden to tend or field to plow, One bad week away from the street sitting in the cold living hand to mouth Just let me go Lay me down I want to rest Desaturate my colours, send me to bed Lay me down, my spirit is in distress Desaturate my colours, send me to bed [Omar Elsafin Feat] Long days, no rest, no gains, this shit is on replay This system's failing me but begging me to stay We're people not numbers They're feeble, just vultures They feed off the hopeless until they are soulless and spent They feed off the hopeless until they are soulless and spent [Lead Rick] [Lead Jake Weber] [Lead Rick]