got murder on my brain.. cause this stressful jagged life is slipping down the drain. I stand chest to chest with strangers on the 9 to 5. I promised myself I wouldn't go there but now I've arrived.
My Nerves, it eats my nerves, my nerves, wish I could let it slide..
Robots, puppets and followers get eaten alive. Watching their lives go by without a chage in site.
Running with rats forgetting the time. oblivious to what is the meaning of life. I've found my place, but people try to take it away..
My Nerves, it eats my nerves, my nerves, wish I could let it slide..

Bridge:
I'm pulling away but I'm not lost. I still have strength to move along. I make the change and influence. Push through the grain with innocense..