Wait in line, till your time. Ticking clock, Everyone stop. Everyone's saying different things to me, Different things to me. Everyone's saying different things to me, Different things to me. Do you believe, In what you see. There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me...
Do you believe, In what you see. Motionless wheel, Nothing is real. Wasting my time, In the waiting line. Do you believe in, What you see.
Nine to five, Living lies. Everyday, Stealing time. Everyone's taking everything they can, Everything they can. Everyone's taking everything they can, Everything they can. Do you believe, In what you feel. It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me...
And I'll shout and I'll scream,
But I'd rather not have seen,
And I'll hide away for another day.
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(Zero 7)
2 comments:
the taste of ink is gettin old its 4oclock in the fukin mornin!
try a new drug
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