The one thing it is constant are the hands of time; sands passing through a focal point, it moves in a line. You can tell me it's subjective (you're correct to a point), but it's still a fucking given we're moving towards the void. Life's yours? Can you tell me how much you give away, are you really that content with constructing your grave. If there's really a tomorrow you can push it away, but when it's the bottom of the barrel it gets harder to scrape by(e)

Chorus

I don't want to live my life this way, clinging to the nose hairs, walking along the razors edge! We're in way over our heads; Head-over-heels over ideals that keep us heeled under the masters and we're happy to beg!
Take the long walks through the valleys in the shadows of death, and take the short cuts through the monoliths of hypocrites.
I feel like shit, I need to sit, my head is constantly spinning; nothing's real! Take a second to find the courage to put your hand back on the wheel

To every friend that was living, but now no longer is, I miss you more with passing time like I miss being a kid.
To every member of my family that has passed I can say I'm really sorry I haven't taken time to visit your grave.
To every single fucking person that is feeling depressed I can say understand with what beats in my chest; a culmination of numbing apathy, and overwhelming stress. You think life is fucking messy? IT GET'S HARD IF YOU DON'T CRY!

Chorus

I don't want to live my life this way, clinging to the nose hairs, walking along the razors edge! We're in way over our heads; Head-over-heels over ideals that keep us heeled under the masters and we're happy to beg!
Take the long walks through the valleys in the shadows of death, take the short cuts through the monoliths of hypocrites.
I feel like shit, I need to sit, my head is constantly spinning; nothing's real! Take a second to find the courage to put your hand back on the wheel

And it's true this life is pointless, we're insignificant dust, and it makes us feel inferior so we build things that rust, and because the fact that we feel worthless, just to give ourselves worth, we strip ourselves of independence and it's making shit worse.
If this is what we have to look forwards to for the rest of our lives, THEN YOU CAN UNDERSTAND WHY SO MANY OF US JUST WISH WE CAN DIE!

Chorus

I don't want to live my life this way, clinging to the nose hairs, walking along the razors edge! We're in way over our heads; Head-over-heels over ideals that keep us heeled under the masters and we're happy to beg!
Take the long walks through the valleys in the shadows of death, and take the short cuts through the monoliths of hypocrites.
I feel like shit, I need to sit, my head is constantly spinning; nothing's real! Take a second to find the courage to put your hand back on the wheel

Jesse's Verse

Why are put here to suffer and die? If we're all so impermanent, why even try? What's the point? What's the end game? Life's a scam, we're just saving up money to pay for a casket or urn. I'm exhausted and ready to burn all my rhyme books. I'm snapping my pens if decay always wins, guess the light bulb burned out at the end of my tunnel

Chorus

I don't want to live my life this way, clinging to the nose hairs, walking along the razors edge! We're in way over our heads; Head-over-heels over ideals that keep us heeled under the masters and we're happy to beg!
Take the long walks through the valleys in the shadows of death, and take the short cuts through the monoliths of hypocrites.
I feel like shit, I need to sit, my head is constantly spinning; nothing's real! Take a second to find the courage to put your hand back on the wheel