Iron Moon Fit for an Autopsy (Ft. Kevin McCaughey)

Do you feel numb, or are you really just over it?
Old timer, slave driver, crack the whip while they sink our ship
Clocking in, work 'til the bones ache
No warmth so the hands shake
The pills suppress the pain, but the dependence is ever-growing
A fools devotion, devoid of motion, this mistake you can't erase
The bag may not inflate while oxygen is flowing

A coward ruled by force breeds a nation of discord, and a lifetime of remorse, no more
I'd rather suffocate than breathe
In what this bullshit life has offered me

Defiance

The new dawn of the iron moon
You should have let sleeping dogs lie 'cause now they’re hunting you

Wallow in what could have been, thumb twiddler
You handed them the keys to the kingdom, signed and delivered

Do you feel numb, after the damage is done?
Do you remember the days when we didn't have to look over our shoulders?
Now we flinch at the kickback, and head down the wrong track
We let them take over
Fear is the final sin
Before it even begins, this fucking rat race was over
A fool's devotion, devoid of motion
This mistake you can't erase
The bag may not inflate while oxygen is flowing