What If I Sped Songtext / Lyric

So if you're tired of the race and all the winners

Human hands on laboring machines

And a hate of doubt consumption can't deliver

Take a number



I want it new, and full of dread

You're in the big house now, what if I sped?






Here all living in this foreign soil

Here all floating on the boiling oil



What can I do? The sky is red

You're in the big house now, what if I sped?



You're in the big house now

You're in the big house now

You're in the big house now