Wake up, clear out
Yesterday, the book is closed and we gotta sayonara
Drank full and descended
Sick and twisted by the profit
We're so spent
Makes no sense
Falling out, poked holes in pockets
If life imitates art
I'm afraid the pen has grown heavier these days
Do they think it's a game
This rock is your rock
This rock is mine
This rock is your rock
Without fear, we know we die
No up without a down
It's only natural to feel misunderstood
I think we should midnight mischief again
Hop the fence, your best defense
It's only natural you feel
Drank full and descended
Sick and twisted by the profit
We're so spent
Makes no sense
Awaken in the morning with a new year's celebration