Eric Busta - Occupation lyrics

There's a feeling I can't convey There isn't words, or I haven't learned them Two addicts fought on the sidewalk I pretend my headphones are plugged in I see a church spire , and I picture stabbing giants This place has gotten to me I can't imagine a life with real problems Which is mine, I create them just to stop them I see a church spire and I picture stabbing giants This place has gotten to me This song is no comfort To those in the grinder So we wrote it for me Because I need a reminder Nolite to ba*tardes carborundorum