Give up is the order (Give up) Give up is the question at hand (Give up) The voice in my head does a spot-on impression Like jazz out of misery My free form depression says Give up (Give up) It says Give up But I don't play along, I am Sick how I'm living I poison my songs See I thought I was one thing I guess I was wrong, so I Give up the illusion (Give up) I'm used up I was here all along and I'll be I don't need to tell myself what I see I already see I don't need to tell myself I agree Look, see and believe That little voice in your head Constantly whispering, whispering If that's you, who's listening?