Field Corpse - Vegetable Soup

Give me something to work with
Give me something tangible
Show me somehow you're worth it
Show me somehow you're capable
Can we just drop the bullshit
I wish I wasn't so gullible
I want something immersive
I want something sustainable

Ready? Press my sole down down into the brick
Nose to the grind stone, worry 'til I'm sick
Make it 'til I fake it, contort until it fits
Roll with the punches, I'm aching from these hits
Inside out and upside down
We're insult-fed and chasing clout
Running circles, roundabout
We're shrugging shoulders
"X" to doubt

Written by:
Martin Trogani Jr

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