Gregor Samsa - First Mile, Last Mile lyrics

I'm not gonna fake this, I won't lie There's something I'm missing I'm not satisfied to just be Waiting with my arms crossed Bored and tired There's a lack of interest I'm not keen on Reading all of eighty-seven letters in a single day I spent fourteen hours sleeping, dreaming Hoping for a reason--a reason just to wake up, swallow more lies Impersonate the layman, shake hands, wash hands Pretend that I'm fine Fear not, youth dies and it's here that you'll lie Just stop wasting your time and pray faith keeps you alive