The middle distance
Drives me inside
Makes me deaf and blind
Dissociation
Straight-jacket binds
Overwrought designs
I'd rather build
I'd rather build
I'd rather build
And burn to ashes
A hopeless house of cards
Than stare into the middle distance
I'm never gonna feel finished
I'm never gonna feel finished
I'm never gonna feel finished
I'm never gonna feel finished
The riddle of existence
Like chewing flavorless gum
Bear those teeth for once
Hesitation
There's fleeting reaction time
To stare the beast
Straight in the eye
I'd rather build
I'd rather build
I'd rather build
And burn to ashes
A hopeless house of cards
Than stare into the middle distance
I'm never gonna feel finished
I'm never gonna feel finished
I'm never gonna feel finished
I'm never gonna feel finished
