These four walls and fate nights brooding Never changing, never moving It seems, it seems. Momentum's at a crawl. The ants are in the kitchen The mice are in the walls This noise in my head Could make this building fall
I've got to get out of here And I gotta get out now before I crack
Mac and Cheese and Minute Rice And instant pleasure's always nice It seems, it seems Real things take much to long And I say now's the time to take a stand And sit back down hasty young man Did you really think the world And all it's offered Could have done you so much wrong?