Daybreak like any other
Creep out from under cover
Routine no point of reference
Air tasted of indifference
Who knew
Well now you do
In the barrel of a loaded gun
Exhale hold in your entrails
Skull cap your head's a trash pale
How are we all surviving?
Dick jaywalks, Jane texts while driving
Those there could only stare
At Dick squished out of his running shoes
Help is on the way
Your ticket's in, but you don't want to go
Where no one knows your name
Where you're a ghost
Stuck in an air duct, burnt to death, what the fuck
Jumper on the Lions Gate, auto asphyxiate
Pulled in the press machine, choking on a string bean
Cut in half, crushed between, clean through
Don't dare you
Think it's below you
Or a swift end you will have in store
Help is on the way
Take it in, it's all part of the show
Nobody is safe
Don't you know
Help is on the way
Your ticket's in, but you don't want to go
Where no one knows your name
Where you're a ghost
A swift end you'll have in store for you