f** your industry Your money means nothing to me f** your sense of pride Withered and dead on the inside f** your lies Left in the cold or left for dead We choose what's best in a sea uncommon f** your sense of pride You'll never f**ing take mine Eat, work, and sleep, wake up adrift And trapped in a sea uncommon Leave ourselves nothing but time to react Your industry is regressed, now success is excess You gotta dial it back, you gotta dial it back You gotta dial it back, you gotta dial it back f** your industry