Passed out on the floor
You fall asleep and then you think no more
Make sure you wake up so you can pay your debts
Don’t forget to clean up the vomit
Then you can finally drive your new corvette
Too bad you don’t own your things
Your debt it owns you
Yes, even your good dreams
They can still kill you
Wanting to be free but imprisoning yourself
Living in the fast lane but sleeping in filth
Get real, get free
Be satisfied with nothing less
And as for me i will live my life
Crutchless
You love your possessions
Your drink and your countless addictions
Living like this is nothing short of slavery
You submit to your every desire
Live your life like it’s worth the price that was paid for it
I tell you now
The blood of christ was not shed
So you could do what you want
Then turn around and spit in it
Your money is a crutch
Your drink is a crutch
Your past is a crutch
Your fear is a crutch
Free yourself from narcissistic slavery
Get real get free
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