Futility Engine

I'm sick

So sick of this

And all the little things I miss

And if I had a car,

I'd crash it in my lack of interest

So let me just desist

Call it plain oblivious

Suffer all that bliss, yeah

I'd do anything for this

And every time

I think I find

A gear to twist

I'm set in the cement

And every time

I stop unwind

I get this little sty goad

On the eye of my intent

(One point on this)

I'm sick

Sick of this

So sick of this

Alright

I guess it's trite

And in my comfy satellite

Fight with all my might

But I'll be back tomorrow night

So let me get it right

Subtlety is too polite

And in this shady light

Everything's still black and right

And every time

I think I find

A time to rest

I atrophy instead

And every time

I stop unwind

I still can't make it clear

And so I waste away my time

Waste away my time

(Your ass is mine)

I'm sick

Sick of this

Sick of this