Lyrics:

Get in, get in, it feels like it&ampapos;s almost timeAct like it, you know you&ampapos;ll get the first prizeSickness makes us larger than lifeThis makes us larger, largerHere is a message for your phoneI wanted you to know this is getting out of handDrinkin&ampapos;, drinkin&ampapos; I&ampapos;m feelin&ampapos; oh so slowNow waitin&ampapos;, waitin&ampapos; for that feeble last roundThis all makes us smaller than lifeThis makes us smaller, smallerHere is a message for your phoneI wanted you to know this is getting out of handHere is an idea for your bookOpen up and take a look insideIt is filled with liesBe what you wanna beWhen you&ampapos;re doin&ampapos; what you doFree what you wanna freeWhen you&ampapos;re comin&ampapos; so ungluedDon&ampapos;t act like you have to speakYour thoughts right nowHere is a message for your phoneI wanted you to know this is getting out of handHere is an idea for your bookOpen up and take a look insideIt is filled with lies