It's really funny how my friends are always busy when I
Just sit around and play these games up to the day that I die
It's such a lousy matter exchanged my life for hatters
That keep on topping my feelings off with the pain of pointless chatter
Now leave your waiting room and load into your songs
Do something that makes you happy the crowds will converge in awe
There's a ticking sensation clinging to creation
A ticking sensation clinging to creation
A ticking sensation clinging to creation
A ticking sensation clinging to creation
Designed to stay there waiting
On me till I stop playing
Unplugged Controller Gaming
I feel like I'm a waste of space
Smoking in the evening
Soaking in my demons
Drinking and we're singing
Smoking in the evening
Do you know a better feeling... no
Death has taken all that we have been
I slam my last drink as the lights start to dim
I wasn't worried about my thoughts until I saw them in your light
And now I'm wondering if maybe I'm the one that should die
Smoking in the Evening
Soaking in my demons
Now I'm speeding kind of thinking
That everything is fleeting
Cause I smoked up all my meaning
Now that our god is dead
We like to party
But lately it's been
Getting pretty rowdy