You're in the hand of the modern man
Your body burns in the summer sand
Throw the meat, I'm a hungry dog
Being crushed never took so long
Took so long
Took so long
Oh, I think I hurt
I think I hurt myself for the thrill
I think I chose to stay in the hellish hand of the modern man
Of the modern man
The whip cracks like a savage song
The right choice never felt so wrong
I find no peace inside my silence
Just a loneliness severe and violent
Severe and violent
Severe and violent
Oh, I think I hurt
I think I hurt myself for the thrill
I think I chose to stay in the hellish hand of the modern man
Of the modern man
Am I my own disease
(I think I hurt)
Am I my own disease
(I think I hurt)
Am I my own disease?
(I think I hurt)
Am I my own disease?
'Cause I think that I hurt myself for the thrill
I think I hurt myself for the thrill
I think I hurt myself for the thrill
I think I hurt chose to stay in the hellish hand of the modern man
Of the modern man
I'm in the hand of the modern mand
You're in the hand of the modern man
We're in the hand of the modern man
We better push, fuck, fight, baby do what we can