It's a respectable trait Yet another waste of mental health Calling it a day Go getter, what do you expect, faith or sympathy? Have you seen? Everything's been rendered empty The judges held responsible seem to know You've served pathetic men and prayed For gifts that never came It's just been one big mistake But it's tempting anyway and you wait anyway Heavy-weighted, half-assembled proof That there's nothing we can do Every last day looks the same That's why i can't go on The whole breed is thinly veiled as proof That there's nothing we can do At least you are never alone