i move the steel grate across my chest   because it’s real   but the blood stays in my skin   like something else is trapped inside me     sitting in traffic on the daily grind   but somewhere i got to draw the line   what’s the point in this fucking rat race   i want to shoot myself in the fucking face   media media   think for yourself   media media   they call this wealth?   media media   they feed it to us   media media   and we eat it all up