You pay me but you don't own me
You message me you don't phone me
You’ve got the depth of a paper cut
And that’s why everything's so [messed] up
Nobody wins and nobody loses
But I'm picking up all the bruises
What have you done today?
Except pick up your take home pay
Clarity confuses me so~
There's something in the numbers
That I don't want to know
Clarity confuses me so
Clarity must go
I’m starting to think you hate me
Is that why you subjugate me?
There’s a profit in his own land
That nobody understands
No one decides and no one would choose this
And I'm getting sick of excuses
I’m tired of wasting time
On an island that isn’t mine
Clarity confuses me so
There's something in the numbers
That I don't want to know
Clarity confuses me so
Clarity must go
All that you’ve got’s control alt delete
You can’t lend a hand so stare at your feet
The only thing broken is all that you touch
We’ve got the gear but you ride the clutch
Tell me when it's time to go home
Clarity no more
Clarity no more
Written by Mel Small
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