Claws

Growing up we were made for living in the fast lane

Now were typing files and driving to the carpet cage

We are marbled steak and chickens eggs with lemonade

The perfect end to a daily life that's soon to be subsided

Hide it in the back of your mind

Cover ups on fire

Children walking the wire

And flattening your tire

Grab your coat and let me know when this show is getting old

Transforming conforming normals to rampage the daily trail and pay for bail

Your claws are sharp but deep down you know it's not enough