I’m sick of this; I need to get out of this place
I’m ill, but the only medicine around is that one that I want them to taste
You need to original, not a substitute
This substance is too thick to dilute
Loud and obnoxious, dangerous and toxic
Repeats everything, annoying and robotic
Contains bacteria, fill of antibiotics
Why sit and lie when you can stand and be modest?
We don’t get along, everyone has an attitude
There’s no respect or gratitude
So what can I do?
I wish I could fix it, but it’s been broken for too long
The days still go on
But it feels like we’re dancing to the same old song