As I escort myself back to business
In a place that never stands still
I whip up a frenzy in joints
That already know the drill
Put the hard face back (on)
And stay steady in my work
Because the seconds hold out longer
If you keep minding every hurt
You even count by sunlight
When the temp goes up
Till they holler out
you’re losing to much sweat
cuz burn-up equals money
and heat collects in death
But you say the job’s not finished
No, not yet
Breaks down to less completed
On every breath you catch
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