Glaze

What was saved

Could not have been

The original race

And still we slave

For a face

For a glaze

Everyone knows it

No one does nothing about it

So how dare you

Act upon what we all want

How dare you

Crash our dreams

Everyone knows

They're not for living

They're for dying for

Seven thirty-six

Whose got your cheap tricks

A clock, a flask, or

The one that licks

Up your sweat

Up your tears

They go up, up

Along with your fears

What goes below

That's what I wanna know

What goes below