I can't complain about what I've achieved in this life From here it seems like a dancing blue chain of wildfire In tired hands, bloodless skin in holding the illusion That some day it will be alright, don't need to think on solution We've sold our time and will, the whole fucking deal Was about the need to feel whatever seems real For time to time we believe We are alive and free to do anything Agony Every fucking day Agony Every fucking day That can not be right, that's not even fair It shouldn't be like that. That's why I don't care Flying way up high, grasping on the atmosphere Shitting on the chest of what's not gaining my being We sold our time and will, the whole fucking deal Was about the need to feel whatever seems real For time to time we believe We are alive and free to do anything Bloodless skin Is holding the illusion You don't need to Think anymore Agony Every fucking day Agony Every fucking day Agony Every fucking day Agony Every fucking day