Hey there exhaust breath
Planet's stapled to your chest
Chuck of the skies
Your piece of the pie
Gridlocked ears, dollar signs

Don't you know you're running out of time? Get in line!

Heartless mothers got no soul
Grit your teeth do what you're told
Try as you may you're spinning around, lost
Tossing the dice as you're putting those lips to your boss

Don't you know you're running out of time
Hey there exhaust breath
What it is, ain't what you said
What the hell goes through your head! ?

Hey mister smog breath
Clean that cage, make your bed
No remorse for those things you did
Hatching schemes beneath those ribs

Don't you know you're out of time
Hey there exhaust breath
What it is ain't what you said
Your device will be your death

Carburetor lungs, mud sliding crooks, juggling sharks wolves pitbulls
Styrofoam sandwich bypass to go

Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
You're out of time

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Alexander Schloss, Keith Morris