Texty: Trapped Under Ice. Secrets Of The World. Against The Wall.

I'm up against the wall
these motherfuckers don't care at all
all they want is to take
keep piling on the weight until I fucking break
won't ever be satisfied until the powers of the world give up on the power and die
just want to live in peace but there's a hand on my chest that won't let me breathe
long enough to live, I gave you all that there is to give
if I sold my soul to the devil could I live long enough just to die?
never
can't be locked down forever
never
I'm not a product of law

I'm up against the wall
these motherfuckers don't care at all
all they want is to take
keep piling on the weight until I fucking break
I'm going to fucking break
I'm not a product of law
I was born into a class I didn't choose
set up to take the fall for a man with more money in his hand
I wasn't born in a court but I was sentenced to a life I didn't ask for
hungry and poor, I still want more

(Thanks to Michael for these lyrics)