Lyrics:

I got no time to kill, i got nothin' to do. slow on producitivity cause nothin' is new. music is a mockery and words mean less. silence or destruction, it's a bloody mess
No productivity, forced negativity. constant anxiety, in this dead end society. standin' in an alley on a saturday night. if i wasn't hammered, wouldn't be right. waitin' for the enemy to make their move. feelin' like a target in an arcade booth
Your up against the wall just say, f*ck em all. so ya stagger home to bed at a quarter past two. stoned out of your head on acid and glue. no one gives a shit, what you do. you don't want the life that they're shovin' at you