Lirik
Row, row, row your boat
Then smoke and choke and croak
When you hit the shore
You find it's all a joke
What made me wanna make
The mistake of faking fate?
Straight and narrow isn't exactly
What they preach it to be
No, it's a vow to doubt
Everything that's not that very thing
So set this song on fire
With the demons it may bring
Am I the source of my own hell?
Am I a cluster of my friends?
Am I my past and after selves?
A consciousness that never ends?
What drove us to drive
Nine to fives our whole lives?
A device disguised
As the best way to survive?
We have perks but you'll need
A benefit for a monument
Unless you save what you make
Or be in debt in your grave
Am I my past and after selves?
A consciousness that never ends?
Until it does?
Have I done enough?
Written by: Joseph Andrew Crabtree
