Lyrics:

An inventory has been taken of every belonging
An estimated value sold in event of emergencies

The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out.
By losing semblance of coherence to a former self
you know I am becoming the choices we're making

There are problems, problems with everything
problems, problems with everything

Sometimes it's like conversation are a waking dream
A third party perspective, an audience to the self
You can almost hear the sound traveling

This constant feeling of anticipation
When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen
These are the paranoias that have built your world
They neither eat nor sleep they have no name

You know, here in the worst I will become the best of them all

No more problems, problems with anything
No more problems, problems with anything