Oh what a day, today‘s the day
Three years since leaving home
Still nothing changed for better
It‘s just the cage that seemed to grow

There‘s a black mill on the west side spinning circles, still its stuck
It‘s where dead birds scream like sirens, yelling high notes to keep this up

I‘ve grown so sick of the wait for better days

One by one, it‘s happening again
The reaper has torn another page from the rough draft of my plans
But clock rides on, let‘s celebratе the end
That‘s how things get morе embarrassing
Than they already seemed to tend

Verse 2:
Since the hellhounds whispered mindfulness
I‘m lonesome finding peace
There‘s a girl I think I like her
But she only calls up for weed

So I lock myself inside, I crave to get stoned like a fool
And I‘ll get much more than I should take
In lack of better things to do
I‘ve grown so sick of the wait for this day to end

Oh my god, it‘s happening again
I can‘t think of what‘s more embarrassing
Than taking people you can‘t stand
All I want, is a pencil to my hand
I‘ll paint a thousand armored skeletons
To make war with your attempts