I'm never in the mould yes I'll bust this pigeon-hole
Cos all that you expect is safe with no regret
Stop sticking to the track it only holds me back
It's not black and it's not white
In hands of control now you're acting out your role
You could be doing something but you're doing what you're sold
It's not that I contest I can see your coded dress
Yes we know what you're about
I'm not your punk
Twenty through the door a pound for any more
They have their pound of flesh but still they get fresh
Cos later in the night they want free merchandise
The mark of cain they have no shame
Sitting on your arse i see you counting heads
You're fucking over bands and you say that's business'
Well it's more convenience for the system you maintain
The mark of cain they have no shame
Writer(s): Babar Luck, Al Farabi Muhammad Rumjen, Nicholas Maurice Smith, Roger Manfred Hands
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