Oh no, time is a rocket ship

Oh no, I'm only a private jet

This, uhh– clock is free unbound,

And I've got no way to shut it down

So I guess I'll have to wing it till the world resets

But the multitude of voices living in my head rent free

Conflictingly, have other plans

Metal chains around my hands

As I try to find some concept worth my energy and time

But these dismal, gloomy buildings lack incentive and sunshine

So I'm putting much more effort than I actually can find

Out in the wild, into a file, I hope I don't forget about

Sometimes I dream about the phantom who appears once a blue moon

The only problem is the fog has been here since the start of June

So maybe I'm just an aspiring person on the tiring sea

Where all the dull realities twist up all my priorities

I just need a bit of sunshine

Cause I live in a factory

And if I dare attempt to make a break for it

Surely I'll asphyxiate, it's too late

Here comes a looming wall of bricks (that I've been dreading so long)

But my detector contradicts (nothing to see, it's all wrong)

I know I won't fall for these tricks (fall for these tricks)

Or at least that's what I'm telling myself

Just like the mad procrastination habits of a yellowstarninja

I also have to force myself into being anxious to save myself

If possible, please don't rip me away from the search

I've almost found what I'm looking for

I think I'll be okay like before, 'cause it's not foggy anymore

Oh no, never mind, that was a joke

The sky was clearing up but then a giant cloud of smoke appeared

Now what do I do with myself?

I've got a lot of things I want to do, but that doesn't help

I guess I'll spend an unreasonable amount of time tangent on a dull depressing thought

Or maybe I'll just occupy myself with someone else's art until I'm in a less depressing spot

Like that works

I just need a bit of sunshine (I just need a bit of sunshine)

Cause I live in a factory

And if I dare attempt to make a break for it

Surely I'll asphyxiate, it's too late

Here comes a looming wall of bricks (that I've been dreading so long)

But my detector contradicts (nothing to see, it's all wrong)

I know I won't fall for these tricks (fall for these tricks)

Or at least that's what I'm telling myself

Do people even want to hear a story anymore?

All it seems they care about is propaganda they are for

As well as humongous explosions, with the side of, uhh–

Incriminating distortions, please give me a break

Better yet, give me something to break

Cognitive dissonance, everything around me is fake

I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be there

I don't wanna be anywhere within the radius of the state