It hasn't been the best year
No excuse to celebrate
No excuse for laughing here
It hasn't been much fun
We work, work, work, work, work
But never get anything done
And I think I sold my soul
If you look closely you can see it
Trapped inside my phone
And what have we all become?
What is there to be done?
Just one choice and it will all be over
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
(Where are my brains?)
Locked in a coma
(I miss the rain)
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
I chose Soma
(Where are my brains?)
Locked in a coma
(I miss the rain)
I chose Soma
I chose Soma