HOBBY BOY

I never thought it would all come back

I'd gotten used to all the things I lacked

Two good eyeballs, a pumping heart

And just minimal pain, just for a start

Yeah, I've reached the blackness, but I don't recall

I've seen what happens back behind those walls

It isn't pleasant, but hey, it's free

I hope it stays that way, when whatever comes for me

Well, I'm not sure I believe in God

I never think of them, I find it odd

But there is something that makes me sing

About the emptiness of temporary living, baby

But I'm not an asshole, and I barely sin

I am an open book, and I'll let you in

And I don't know how all this will end

But I can't avoid it, no, it all finishes, yeah

What do you think? What do you know?

And I'm on the brink, and I'm done for sure

What do you think? What do you know?

Yeah, I'm on the brink and I'm done for sure, yeah