Feeding our depression is a sense of urgency
To create and to develop and to achieve our dreams
Oh, pretending that there is no hope is what gives us hope
Though hope is what we know will end up slitting all our throats
I'm not one to criticize, Lord knows I do the same
It's in between the lines of every song I sing
Upon deeper reflection of what I've tried to do
I've come to realize there's nothing further from the truth
So put the sponge upon my head and strap me to the chair
I think 50,000 volts might finally repair
The damage I've inflicted to my own suspicious mind
Overan*lyzing beauty and being happy all the time
I wish I were still innocent, I wish I were naive
I wish I hadn't found that damn card up my sleeve
But know the trick is over, the illusion is revealed
If all of this means something, it's to the gods I will appeal
I'll argue for our freedom, I'll fight for our d**h
'Cause what's the point of breathing if every single breath
Is wasted in a struggle over something I know not
I'd rather give my body up and let my soul rot
I'd rather give my body up and let my soul rot!