[Verse 1]
Procrastination on the empty vessel
Roll over and over to take a breather
Is this dereliction
Of duty to now throw a giant stick in the works
To labour so rigidly, fleeing safe havens of natural beauty

[Verse 2]
Procrastination on the empty vessel
Toil to the bone so the machines roll on
Is this vague assumption
That a call to a halt will signal our untimely end?
To labour so rigidly, all the safe havens of natural beauty

[Chorus]
We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don't believe much in ourselves

[Verse 3]
Nil retribution on the empty vessel
Bracing ourselves as we smashed our routine
This feels like liberation
Or a call to a halt that signaled our untimely end
To have laboured so rigidly
Barred from safe havens of natural beauty
[Chorus]
We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don't believe much in ourselves, in ourselves
Ourselves