Lyrics

Build myself in the dirt Sacred right, sacred curse (Low tech) Who of us expected dust? Promised gold and handed rust in return For your life and sacrifice Did your job, now rust and die To be a man with nowhere to stand (Where to stand) Old tech with your dick left in your hand You built the world, but can't share it (Can't share it) I'm sorry, son, we're not the ones to inherit Old souls Not royalty I want nothing, solitude will prove I won't lose Forced to move, forced to choose Beyond bygones, my legs walk on (Land of the hurt) The world I see but know I could never be (Defined by, designed by) But when my eyes shut I know who I am (I know who I am) Hit the switch To be a man with nowhere to stand My plans reduced to what's in my hand Ground zero Fists in the dirt Simply born, simply die I was built and designed Low tech Enemies to my kind Fight the tide, toe the line (But I'm) Crudely made and refined in mind For this low tech