Wrong Direction

There ain't nothing worse Than feeling necessary We’re just spare-parts Of a bad machine If you’re not working They’ll throw you out And your blood, your sweat Will be replaced Take a chance And try to be mine I want to drag you to the wrong direction Another day another way To waste my time I don't agree with them I change my mind Against the stream My greed Is now quietism I break the cue I quibble your reasons Take a chance And try to be mine I want to drag you to the wrong direction Social pressure is killing me, killing me I won't learn by our history history I want to drag you to the wrong direction