I'm doing things I don't want to do I have a job I don't want to do Live in a place I don't want to be yeah The more I put in the less I get out I drive a car but I want to walk I start to scream when I want to talk There's beauty around me but I cannot see man The more I put in the less I get out I would be one of those falling angels If I could say what's good for you I'm not one of those fallin' angels I don't even know what's right for me Feel like wasting time when I'm with my friends Sometimes I have wet nervous hands And then I feel like I'm in a wrong place man I want to speed up - I know time's running out If I had money I would be free Can do my job like it's a hobby And in the mirror I'd see a happy face man I need to speed up - I know time's running out I would be one of those falling angels... I'm not one of those ... angels