Spit Out (Lyrics)

I’ve seen the look on his face When he walks through the door Burnt and tired, uninspired And he can’t take any more Feed the hand that fucking bites Setting these goals, making these plans Closer to a life that I despise Choke my life, grip my time My future blurs into my demise My future’s a window that’s just begging for a brick Reject this life- I don’t want this fucking shit.