A million hours a week float by
With small square boxes
Filling our stomachs
When we don't have to feed ourselves
What's left for us to do?
Do i really care?
I'll just sleep anyways
Until my stomach caves in
Until my desires are flat and weak
Oh, my energy
Oh, my direction
What will i do at 8 in the morning?
Lay down these tracks
Sing in someone else's voice
Until my fingers hurt
And confusion is my guide
I'm so confused
Until my stomach hurts
Find confusion in my pride
I'm so confused
Oh, my energy
Oh, my direction
A million hours a week float by
...plenty of time to fill our lives
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