Bodies traffic building
Screaming here in slip streams
Find a way out

Clocking in, for favours
Feel of guilt prevails

You break the mould
Kick back the stones
And find a way home

Making plans to change this
Mounting pressure on my chest
Fighting to breath

Needing of forgiving
Trying to feel we're living
But not by these rules

You break the mould
Kick back the stones
And find a way home