There's no way around it, Keep playing the game Of working hard, doing drugs every weekend, Doesn't it all feel quite the same? There's no question about it, I know you feel it too, Take your money and your deadlines Back to when we had fun in two thousand two A blank sheet of paper makes you high, Add some substance to it, then you fly, There's no reason to it 'till you die Put your lines in order, Rock 'n roll your notes, Keep fueling your force of habit, Just for the sake of your high hopes You're starting to lose it But in perfect control, It's not about winning or losing When it's not supposed to make sense at all A blank sheet of paper makes you high, Add some substance to it, then you fly, There's no reason to it 'till you die Now it's time to wake up, Needle stuck in your heart, Pull it out, get over yourself and carry on