Build myself in the dirt Sacred right, sacred curse
Who of us expected dust Promised gold and Handed rust in return For your life and sacrifice Did your job, now rust and die
To be a man with nowhere to stand (where to stand) Old tech with your dick left in your hand You built the world, but can't share it (can't share it) I'm sorry son, we're not the ones to Inherit
Old souls Not royalty I want nothing Solitude will prove I won't lose
Forced to move Forced to choose
Beyond bigons My legs walk on Land of the hurt The world I see but know, but I could never be Defined by Designed by But when my eyes shut I know who I am Hit the switch
To be a man with nowhere to stand My plans reduced to what's in my hand
Ground zero Fists in the dirt Simply born Simply die I was built And designed Low tech
Enemies to my kind Fight the tide, tow the line But I'm crudely made and refined in mind for this low tech
