I work in a factory It's not okay with me Subpar mediocrity I always dreamed of excellence Became a bum instead of paying rent Became a drunk on accident And all I had Was cigarette butts and pocket lint Postcards I never sent On out to you I traded it To help the wealthy get paid more For internet, walls, and doors It's a lose lose It ain't been long and I'm so tired Self sabotage so I can get fired Regret it, reapply, and get rehired I feel like I'm running on a hamster wheel Go to work. Die. And that's the deal None of this makes sense None of this is real Is this a joke? Life can't be this meaningless What a bizarre existence Better luck next time I'm losing hope Cause I realized that I've wasted life By staying wasted in life Now I'm past my prime So I'll build my garden now That one I've always dreamed about I know somewhere Someway Somehow My soul will rest