Overtime

Running overtime, we're going to run them out



Stepping over lines, we're going to cross them out



People in the street, they always start to shout



Children in the heat, we better drown them out




People never know, what it is they scream about



I have slowly grown; grown apart from myself



Working in the sun, the days that ware us down



Water falling on our tongues, it makes us slowly drown.




Think that you're the one, these people shout about?



You are one of those I could care less about



Burning on a flame, held high by those we trust



Betraying our own names, our bodies slowly rust