It's a stiff stale morning The sun is still down I'll make some black coffee Whilst wearing a frown The TV is screaming So I will scream back Stop filling up my empty spaces With subliminal crap And now I won't think I'll just run Oh now I won't think I'll just run And all I've been living Thrown into my grave Mechanical senses Give me nothing to crave And now I won't think I'll just run Oh now I won't think I'll just run Oh now I won't think I'll just run Oh now I won't think I'll just, I'll just