Letras
Everyone is asleep
I'm delivering the news to them
At 4 a.m. seven days a week
6:00 a.m. rolls around as I leave the town
It's a pyramid and I only fit at the bottom of it
Just like a damp cloth hidden beneath the sink
You keep me in the dark until it's convenient
Everyone is awake
Go about their day with the photographs
As they smile and laugh, I don't understand
Just as a damp cloth trying its best to retain
I do more harm than good ring me out again
And again
And again
And again
I don't know how long that this can go on
Well, I don't think it's worth it
Just give our lives to work isn't really working
Furthermore, how can this be worth it?
It's so far from perfect
Well, I need a vacation
Can't differentiate these weekdays and the weekends
I implore, pinch me if I'm dreaming, hit me if I'm screaming
I don't know how long
That this can go on
Something must be wrong
I cannot feel calm
Well, I don't think it's worth it
Just give our lives to work
Isn't really working
Furthermore, how can this be worth it?
It's so far from perfect
Well, I need a vacation
Can't differentiate
These weekdays and the weekends
I implore, pinch me if I'm dreaming, hit me if I'm screaming