I've been looking up at the ceiling Thinking how I can get out Thinking how i can work out What my heart has been saying But my attention's not paying And dividends lately So won't you come and embrace me Will someone please come and Pin my arms to my sides so I can't reach and Hit the bu*ton I know it seems like I'm in control Pin my arms to my sides so I can't reach and Hit the bu*ton Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject. We've been digging tunnels and ditches Covering over with dust sheets Soloing drums over heartbeats Figuring out what we're owing We never collapse but we're bowing We're keeping it all for our journals We're keeping it all for internals And we can't express so we Pin our arms to our sides so we can't reach and Hit the bu*ton We know it seems like we're in control Pin our arms to our sides so we can't reach and Hit the bu*ton Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject. Eject.