Chromo-Clocking from Cancers by The Phosphorus Bombs

It only seems to boil the blood
of people that we love
And matters never settle when the push it comes to shove,
and now

It's time to get a grip
On this chromo-clocking shit
Not all the world's to blame
For you’re pathetic attempt at change

Overriding the words to speak
It cripples you're autonomy
And renounces all authority
Just seething tirades to repeat,
in love

It's time to get a grip
On this stare-down, macho shit
It's better that you stayed
Then the neandethal charade

It takes patience to compete, and I’m better left alone
In spite of all our actions, our better guidance shows
(Whoas) I’m better left alone x 3
I’m better than I know

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