Full Bore (All Out Power Maximum)
Shining blades spinning - set to slice - set to steal every fiber that I’ve sewn
All I’ve grown - going to the man from another that enslaves me
It all makes sense but it drives us all crazy
Lazy takers shake me down - take me now to outer space
Or that happy place where I’m content when I’m poor
On the shores of a wasteland with faceless runaways
Tucked away and driven by survival
Revitalize us all with a safety we can feel
Reveal dirty bodies with clean souls
Under the creak in the stares they destroy the unique
The only goal control is what we seek
Control motherfucker – how bout some control!

Chorus
All I am, all I own face down in the mining fields
All I am, all I own face down

It replicates like medication for the sick but I’m tricked into thinking
I can trickle home again with no meaning - repetition
Repetition makes me weak
Wishing I were strong again - or walking with the dead
This heavy head controls my gaze
The blaze in my eyes devours as it scours her
The powers blur - I need a place to plant my seed
A soul I can feed on - a shoulder I can bleed on
Not another memory - not emptiness I seek
My mind levels peak when I rip down these pathways
Sip on these ideas while my engine light shining
Signing away - your welcome to stay here
But its time for me to leave

I got fireflies flaming the sacred heaven of papyrus
The file-sys haven where I like to stash my lyrics
Check the steam scoring the surface
Where purpose drives the vapor
The moment we wait for when
My thought storms igniting - pistons red hot to flexing
Like rice burners warping to their death from nitrous
I'm in early life crisis from hardcore sacrificing
Razorblade slicing when I’m hanging from a thread
I got no bread - this lacking harvest fuels my anger
Not quite danger of dying from starvation
I got patience but shit man
Throw me an illusion that even looks like rations
And I'll form and fashion gourmet feast from scraps
Like gold from lead traps or cancer curing labs
Making freedom from sick minds confined with shackles
Like binders on traction from distractions with captions that tell us what to do
Now I gravitate at silence to inspire your decisions
While I nod to the beat and just thank you for the listen