Pink Slip - Paint It Black

I’ve got war on my mind all the time

A fuckin' a slave to the bottom line

Do you recognize that sound?

That’s your little white lie breaking down

Selling us shit, hand over fist, we’re sitting ducks and I’m sick of it

Do you really think you know what’s up?

I’ll turn it upside down

I’m a guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown.

Just don’t look down

It’s coming back around

Selling us shit, hand over fist, we’re sitting ducks and I’m sick of it

Remain oblivious, and reset assured they’ll take our silence as permission

Is it still called «control» when it’s for our own protection?

I’ve got way on my mind all the time, all the time, all the time, all time

I’ve got way on my mind all the time, all the time, all the time, all time