Lyrics:

With nothing better to do
No one to come home to
I woefully conclude
To take it out on you

I'm bored to the extreme, this world of foolish dreams
Disillusion, I am not who I seem to be
Yeah sure, I might do harm and bear my right to arm
Retribution, if only someone would listen to me

Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me

A room, an empty shelf
A book on mental health
I look for inner wealth
By punishing myself

I'm bored to the extreme, this world of foolish dreams
Disillusion, I am not who I seem to be
Yeah sure, I might do harm and bear my right to arm
Retribution, if only someone would listen to me

Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me