[Slow instrumental build ] [Intro] My little outlook is clinically bleak... Where did the minutes go? Energy flatlining down at the bottom of the freak show... Hey you... (Whispered, then rising) In the back of the hearse... WAKE UP WAKE THE FUCK UP [Chorus] Wake the fuck up wake UP WAKE THE FUCK UP I CAN'T GO ON IF NOTHING EVER CHANGES Little white mice in predictable cages I see every turn, I have lived it before— The same cheap god crawling out through the floor (Growled) WAKE UP WAKE THE FUCK UP Choking on the plastic and spitting the rust up [Verse 1] They pat my little head and they tell me "keep trying"... What's the point of salvation when everybody's dying? That is all that I do—manufacture the chore, Too many pretty walls from the ceiling to the floor All the little demons at the base of the abyss, Dragging down the carcass with a Judas kiss. I feel so hollow. I am all alone. Empty as a church made of silicon and bone. Senseless to live with everything to lose... (A sigh) Keep the dead meat moving. (Forced cheer) Keep dancing in the shoes (Manic, strained) Keep breathing the gas, keep swimming in the lotion— (Choking sounds) The voice in my skull is a cannibal ocean (Building ) AHHHHHHH (Primal scream) [Pre-Chorus] Collect all the thoughts.. (Urgent, staccato) All the darlings are lost.. (Wailing) Lost in the supermarket, swallowed by the cost.. (Panicked, breathy) I gaze through the lens of a clinical eye, (Cold, analytical) Reading every muscle, setting up the lie... (Sharp, accusatory) Words are five-and-dime, so the world turns bleak— (Spoken, dismissive) The memories scramble and vomit at the peak... (Disgusted retching sound) [Chorus] WAKE UP.. WAKE THE FUCK UP.... (Shouted, desperate) WAKE UP.. WAKE THE FUCK UP.... I CAN'T GO ON IF NOTHING EVER CHANGES (Pleading, on the verge of breaking) Little white mice in predictable cages.. (Sarcastic, dismissive) I see every turn, I have lived it before— (Bitterly resigned) The same cheap god crawling out through the floor.. (Growled) WAKE UP... WAKE THE FUCK UP.... (Hoarse with effort) Choking on the plastic and spitting the rust up (Gasping, disgusted) [Verse 2] The disciples come and the disciples go... (Detached, observing) I never had a problem with the turnover, you know. (Casual, then darker) I just wanted something to cling to the shelf, (Yearning, fading) Instead I set the standards and crucify myself. (Self-loathing) Crawl into the rubble of the home I built with pride, (Dragging, heavy) Regret is the anesthetic leaking inside. (Numb, hollow) Disregarded, gutted, bled out on the street— (Flat, emotionless) Haha! Look at how the martyr sits pretty in defeat (Manic laughter) Swallow all the damage (Forced, guttural) PROCESS THE PAIN (Sharp, commanding) DELETE THE FILE (Mechanical, cold) FLUSH IT OUT OF THE BRAIN (Violent, desperate) Give it to me straight without the perfume on the skin (Demanding, raw) The dashboard is spinning where the needle should have been (Disoriented, panicked) Spinning left, spinning right, never get a clue— (Rapid, breathless) Wide awake at night while the vultures chew (Whispered, chilling) [Bridge] Wake up... (Soft, almost a plea) wake the fuck up... (Building intensity) Wake up... (Haunted) wake the fuck up... (Rising desperation) Nobody gives a shit... (Spoken, defeated) No savior in the gloom. (Hollow, echoing) Nobody gives a shit in this decorated tomb. (Bitter laugh) Life taught the lesson to the boy in the pen: (Reflective, then hard) It is me, or it is them. (Determined, stark) And I always lay down... (Weak, ashamed) And I always let the vermin win... (Whispered, full of regret) NEVER AGAIN (Shouted, breaking free) WAKE THE FUCK UP (Final, explosive command) [Chorus] WAKE UP (Full force) WAKE THE FUCK UP (Shouted, desperate) WAKE UP (Intense) WAKE THE FUCK UP (Anguished) I CAN'T GO ON IF NOTHING EVER CHANGES (Pleading, on the verge of breaking) Little white mice in predictable cages (Sarcastic, dismissive) I see every turn, I have lived it before— (Bitterly resigned) The same cheap god crawling out through the floor (Growled) WAKE UP (Explosive) WAKE THE FUCK UP (Hoarse with effort) Choking on the plastic and spitting the rust up (Gasping, disgusted) [Outro] Predictable turns... (Fading, resigned) I know what happens before it begins. (Whispered, tired) Process the pain. (Flat, mechanical) Delete it again. (Echoing) Wake up... (Barely audible) WAKE THE FUCK UP (Final, strained whisper, then silence)
