Sub-Culture (feat. Shaun Robinson & Tracy Shedd)

In the end you will submit
 I like walking in the park
 When it gets late at night
 I move 'round in the dark
 And leave when it gets light
 I sit around by day
 Tied up in chains so tight
 These crazy words of mine
 So wrong they could be right
 What do I get out of this?
 I always try, I always miss
 One of these days you'll go back to your home
 You won't even notice that you are alone
 One of these days when you sit by yourself
 You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
 In the end you will submit
 It's got to hurt you a little bit
 I like talking in my sleep
 When people work so hard
 They need what they can keep
 A choice that leaves them scarred
 A view without a room
 Unveils the truth so soon
 And when the sun goes down
 You've lost what you had found
 What do I get out of this?
 I always try, I always miss
 One of these days you'll go back to your home
 You won't even notice that you are alone
 One of these days when you sit by yourself
 You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
 In the end you will submit
 It's got to hurt you a little bit
 What do I get out of this?
 I always try, I always miss
 One of these days you'll go back to your home
 You won't even notice that you are alone
 One of these days when you sit by yourself
 You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
 In the end you will submit
 It's got to hurt you a little bit