complaining in dreams Video (MV)

I'm reaching the end of my days, that much is clear
I know this might not kill me
But it's taking everything in me not to disappear
Maybe the abuse I put my body through is finally catching up
Or maybe I just can't exist so good
When they've destroyed every part of the world I've ever loved

They killed all the fish in the ocean
They'll kill all the fish on the land
When they run out of space in the dirt
They'll bury bodies in the sand

When the beachfront houses wash away
When mother earth comes to cash her check
We won't need no more so called terrorist cells
To blow us the f*ck away to whatever world supposedly comes next

Complaining in dreams
Staring at the sea
Complaining in dreams
Staring at the sea

Everything is, everything is, everything is nothing
And when they finally kill me I hope at least they make it funny
Put banana peels on my doorstep
So I can slip and fall to my doom
Waterboard me with one of those big novelty shirts
Air brushed to look like boobs

Are you really even dead and gone
If they still talk shit about you on a music blog?
I don't know when things went so wrong
But I'd have to guess sometime after I was born

Maybe when I was three years old, maybe when I was nine
Maybe when I first was abused, maybe when I first got high
It doesn't really matter, all the water goes down the drain
Then evaporates into the sky to become polluted acid rain

You could search the whole world over for something to give it meaning
You could trace the patterns among the fractals in the leaves
You could shut your eyes and live in beautiful, dumb hope
Despite it all, you could still fall in love with nearly everything

Complaining in dreams
Staring at the sea
Complaining in dreams
Staring at the sea