waiting for the moment to come to stop the beating in my head

and i'm holding my breath for to long, it's all a means to the end

this air is killing us, where are we anyway

i can't see beyond my hand, the sky has melted again

it may be a hard act to follow but it's only something in my head

wake up at 3am, curse the clock in my head

the twilight stuck to your brow, 9 to 5 zombie

give a little bit and it don't mean nothing else,
down the stairs to your sea

give a little bit and it don't mean nothing else,
think that way and you'll see

it's only beginning

it may be a hard act to follow but it's only something in my head

up here the birds are invisible