Go to work
Go to sleep
you don’t do anything in between
Going psycho
A little to much routine
Feeling lost never found
Your just another look alike of a clown
In this brittle
Suburban town

Your a psycho
I know it
Your a psycho
But you control it
It’s subtle at best
But every little helps

Yeah every little helps
Yeah every little helps
Yeah very little helps

Your a flirt
For more work
Tapping the keys until your fingers hurt
There’s no typo
Your going bizerc
Nothings real on the pills
Forget the way that the world used to feel
Watching the plugs glow
As dusk is starting to lurk

They made your mind up
From the start it stuck like glue to you
Now you can’t imagine life in any other shoes
So what do you do…. Work