Lyrics What if I Sped - Primitive Radio Gods

What if I Sped

So if you’re tired of the race and all the winners
Human hands on laboring machines
And a hate of doubt consumption can’t deliver
Take a number
I want it new
And full of dread
You’re in the big house now
What if I sped?
Here all living in this foreign soil
Here all floating on the boiling oil
What can I do?
The sky is red
You’re in the big house now
What if I sped?
You’re in the big house now
You’re in the big house now
You’re in the big house now