We were all wrong thinking good of ourselves
Looking for the tiniest scapegoats with our shotguns loaded
Moral compass in hand
We got our routine, we take what we can get
But I want to be more than the sum of my work again
I want to be useful
Now I'm stuck in traffic with bad opinions again
I know we'll live through this but I can't wait 'til you're dead
It's personal
Every new day we throw ourselves into the gears
It's personal
The revolutions we made in these basements together against all odds
It's something I didn't know when I was young
Is everyone gets a little apathetic sometimes
It's hard to explain how much I'm decaying, so I stick to the easy words
Most are four letters or less, and that's okay
I wonder why it is I make time to execute myself with this
Is there anyone around here to talk to to make plans for early retirement
I wonder why it is I make time to execute myself with this
Yeah, I wonder