there is always a winner a loser will be crowned but at this very moment you're a thief your pockets pack my discipline your hand stuck in the jar i'd hold it but it gives you no relief your caot hangs so impatient on the hanger tonight it's on there is a price between us a currency exchanged and at this very moment we're for sale you know beyond a doubt when you are doing people that you hate machine is operated by a stranger tonight it's on and it will break your back on every bed that was supposed to comfort you and give your body rest and it will spike your drinks and travel through your veins aided by the ugly movements that you make tonight it's on