[Intro] [Slow, clean guitar picking with a phaser effect. Bass plays high on the neck.] [Spoken Word] You kept the plastic on the couch for three years Just in case of a spill that never happened Checked the stove dials twice before leaving the room (Click, click) You buy the insurance for the toaster You read the terms and conditions while the coffee gets cold Driving ten under the limit in the passing lane Watching the mirrors more than the road [Pre-Chorus] [Time signature shifts to 7/8. Staccato instrumentation.] Preservation is a full-time job Dusting off the collectibles You'll never sell Polishing the bars of a very clean cell [Chorus] [Heavy distortion kicks in. 4/4 time, driving] You’re not living You’re just taking up space without scratching the paint A museum exhibit of a modern saint Whatever you’re saving yourself for It’s not coming (It’s not coming) The expiration date is printed on your hand And you’re still making plans [Spoken Word] [Bass-driven groove, sparse guitar.] Your friends went out and broke a few bones Got scars to show where they’ve been You’ve got soft skin and a pension plan And a perfectly organized bin You stand at the edge of the diving board Calculating the angle of entry Until the pool closes for the winter (Too late now) (Maybe next year) [Guitar Solo] [Starts slow and bluesy (Gilmour style), then accelerates into chaotic, fast arpeggios (Lifeson style).] [Bridge, Spoken Word] [Music drops to a whisper. Synthesizer drone.] Risk is a variable you cannot solve Entropy is the only law you obey (Decay) (Decay) Even the rocks turn into sand Even the safe house falls down Stand still long enough And they’ll bury you where you stand! [Chorus] [Full volume, crashing cymbals, high-pitched vocals.] You’re not living You’re just taking up space without scratching the paint A museum exhibit of a modern saint Whatever you’re saving yourself for It’s not coming (It’s not coming) The expiration date is printed on your hand [Spoken Word, Outro] [Heavy rhythmic hits on the 1 and 3. Fading out with a chaotic drum fill.] Use it up. Wear it out. Before the lights go... [Abrupt cut to silence]
