We look for the easy way out
We cuddle with steel
We rule with our fists
We give it up for a dime

Someone along time ago messed up
Connecting the green to the blue
No you fool
Its red to the little crack behind my desk

We love a blown piece
We hate the pink dress on a little girl
We throw our kicks into the fire
We take a diamond out of a barrel

Holes are appearing in places
No one sees though
Except us

We are the overseer’s
We can stop it
But we don’t
Maybe if you pour out some pain and sweat

Who are we?

We
Are you