I’ve got a funny feeling, that this is really it
You work until you’re barely there or eat until you’re sick
I know there must be more than this, and knowing it’s the worst
I think there must be more than this, at least that’s what I’ve heard
Pure and brainless heartless thinking you’re the smartest
You call yourself an artist? Come on lets fucking start this
“Sometimes it’s better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.”
So when’s it gonna start, when’s it gonna start
Are we Waiting for godot, or are we waiting in the dark
Once you know the method, once you can begin,
The question isn’t how or where, the question is just when
When’s it gonna start, when’s it gonna start
When they take your life, or when they check your card?
I’m not naming names im just sounding they alarm
"When they kick in your front door tell me how you gonna come"
