Crack of thunder
Was enlightening
Cost of labor
Undercut by machines
It's a worry
It's a natural thing
A native instinct
Unwind me, glance sideways
Hold it down
Undo it, cut through it
You will come around
The one who was discarded
He who walks among flames
Charred his sneakers
Charting out his escape
Don't leave me hanging
I felt the news like a noose
Pulling tighter
Unwind me, glance sideways
Hold it down
Undo it, cut through it
You will come around