Lyrics:

I'm sick with this
I'm sick with this
Situations avoided or just missed?
My own sweet time says it's tentwentyfour
Hardly recognize simple things anymore
I don't wanna be defeated
This is the point
This is the manifest
Bed for the scraping
Dirty little secret
Reason for the gathering
Consequence
What else is there to do but go
But go outside
Look around
Look around