Fresher Video (MV)

They always talk to me, they're always asking me:
"What have you been doing for the last three years?"
I think: Nothing, slowly, sinking, I lie
Working, uni, no sleep, I try

I am productive, I followed all my dreams
When I see all these people, why is it few and far between

Don't tell me your lies, give me some of you
I don't care about the filthy rich boomers' advice

I never learn, it seems. That bus it always leaves
Every single morning for the past 6 years
Opportunity gives off that once in a lifetime vibe
Late at night, caught in your deer headlights

Don't tell me your lies, give me some of you
I don't care about the filthy rich boomers' advice

Squeeze the mint from its plastic encasement
Slip from the lips to the tongue as it guides past your canines
Over to their much sturdier cousins
Feel the pressure proceed to a crunch
The saliva oozes from your pores
Freezes cold where once it was warm
Now it feels fresh, all minty and clean
But it's a placebo pill, all flavoured and mean

Don't tell me your lies, give me some of you
I don't care about the filthy rich boomers' advice