Trap Them - Day Seven: Digital Dogs With Analog Collars

I haven't slept in shifts
Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect
Diligent
Honest
Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss
They involve you in that furnace
Me in this program
And Mary in her hotel room waiting for the drill to drop
Hang your hat from that hook&link&sinker
There's no outlets
So you're gonna have to recharge on stockpile, grade A belligerence
So I say let it ride
On six wheels with seven days we ate our stark, nude ambition plated with coercion
Blood money in a collection box
It's not wrong what's in these lungs
It's not wrong at all
I'm telling you, sweet charity
Say it
Let it ride