And I've been reduced to One hundred and forty characters To get my point through But just like my love life I get no favorites So retweets to keep me From growing complacent I guess I'll be working till I die Before I get my measly State-mandated fifteen-minute break Or we can spend our whole damned lives Searching for someplace That we'll never find It doesn't exist It's time to go Stuck here nothing's happening Except the little weed, we create And getting bored With finding what we're to subjugate And having not found love Being left behind's left everyone delusional Maybe it's time to follow suit and go