Texty: Hot Rod Circuit. The Underground Is A Dying Breed. Spit You Out.

A revolution of evolution
Clean this mess up
How primitive can you be
It's time to wake up
And for the sake of others around you
That you carelessly deceive
I'll chew you up and spit you out
Your confidence is filled with doubt
Fragile and unsure of your needs
Why can't you just say what you mean
No solution for this pollution
Your mind is clouded
By the things you can't achieve
It's time to wake up
Oh, for the sake of your losing grip
And nothing's ever what it seems