Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day And then drink a liter of milk, warm up before you go play Only eat, or write, or pull the trigger with your right hand Only thing that's left is to work on following commands By the time you realize, you'll be restrained to a desk And with your dreams on the floor you comply, eyes chained to the test In 30 minutes find a groom or bride, bonus if brunette In 90 hours spill their insides, paint your room picturesque Now, it's time for another vendetta Going through the shelves, picking out my pre-written persona Children of the city see only the neon stars Reflected upon the murky gutter sky Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night (In 400, 000 meters, turn right) Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee Snippy scissors cut down the strings, I set myself free Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy As we suckled upon the 9 mm pacifier Swallowing the fact that other than to expand, we had no purpose As my ever burning will to stay afloat backfires I now know I must be comfortable being who I considered worthless Follow the city's ribbon To a heart nobody seems to listen It takes my heart being broken and broken again To know that I am the reason why the sufferings never end Now it's time for another vendetta Going through the shelves, picking out my pre-written persona Children of the city see only the neon stars Reflected upon the murky gutter sky Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be noticed by the city's eye (Do not go home until you finish reading the value of e)