what the f** are we wasting our time for?
let's pack up our sh** and head back home
it doesn't seem like it's worth it these days
doesn't seem like anything's ever going to change
does anyone even care?
what keeps me from giving up?
this f**ed up world seems like
a bigger bag of sh** everyday
what are we going to do when the show's over?
we've got to take it outside this room
you've got to do what you can
or there won't be anything left
I always thought this was something
more than just hitting the right notes
when no one listens
when people turn away
at least I've helped myself
forced myself to think
forced myself to stand
this city is as f**ed as the last one
when will we see something new?
maybe I can escape a basement window
I forget where we are