And at the end of the night...
We'll return to our somber sleepy lives
Head back to work

Rub our eyes and wonder
"Was it all in my mind?"
Cause the rent needs paying

And each mouth has to eat
Love nor ideals can cover bills
It's all a pipe dream


So there you are
Filling your gas

Watching the hours of your life
Simply pump right past...


And this is how it's always gonna be

First! - excavate your hope

Then! - depreciate it's life
Amidst the crowd and neon signs
Built into a grid of traffic lights;

Cash and clocks;
Toil, then drop
This is how it's always gonna be


Until the end
With both feet in cement

Clawing at the edge,
From the bottom,
Of a six foot hole...


Time's running (out)