VERSE 1
all is a mess, i have to clean up my room
and too lil sleep turns me into a loon

staying up all night, I cant go to bed
got too mutch stuff to do, too much in my head
far too little hours that i get cause me to fret

im always too late, yes i deeply regret
forget my words and mumble in my beard
dont know what time it is, man i disappear


CHORUS
i got eyecircles - like a raccoon


VERSE 2
its still a mess, got no power to make it less

i need a break and some time to relax
i apologize, but my time is running
the circles around my eyes dont look too stunning

the damned fugacity makes us unseen
so grit your teeth and get to it, but im not a machine
and finally im feeling worse for wear

now i am pleased with it, but nobody cares

CHORUS x1