I can't see rusty chains, baby I can't see, But I'm slave It's my soul-searching time, but I Stuck in a rut and feel low.
Step on it, dust from wheel shut in My snows of yesteryear Here and now, seems so real, baby Tear along the sunbeams.
Fast faster, it's too late back up, point of no return, Horse-mill burn down with car exhaust I'm sorry, so sorry, disappointing you, yeah My sweetheart monetary trap!