Traffic from Covert Contracts by CONTROL TOP

Can’t waste my time
Waiting in line
Red, yellow, green mean nothing to me
Racing through the streets with electric speed

Mental traffic
Wreaking havoc
I can’t stand it
I won’t have it

Can’t waste my time
Waiting in line
Patriarchy means nothing to me
Breaking through the scene, getting off my knees

Mental traffic
Wreaking havoc
I can’t stand it
I won’t have it

Permission is an invention
To keep us trapped in convention
Sometimes the moment passes
Urgency turns to molasses

Got to grab it

Can’t waste my time
Waiting in line
Dreams are the only things with meaning
Unchaining my brain, entering the ring

Mental traffic
Wreaking havoc
I can’t stand it
I won’t have it

Got to grab it

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