Testo Rusting On Your Laurels

I've rusted through to the bottom
Corroded and smug
Try to shake the
Bugs from their rugs
A dark and dusty task

If I could squeeze a little between the ears
Because I could a little alleviation When it comes to self-preservation
Can't I?

Ambition equally stubborn
The trophies I've won
Are weighing on me
Keep pushing on
Or be buried in the past

I just need a little ink on the gears
Because I could use a little sleep deprivation
When it comes to self motivation
Can't I?

I know I can I trust my hands
I know I can

I know I can
I know that complacency
I know I can
Is a vast echoed vacancy

I
know
I
can