It makes no sense, no rhyme or reason, I can't figure it out

A corporate coffin bleeding money, never letting you out

(I'm never gonna get out of here)

And I keep letting you down, down, down

I'm never good enough

And why do you keep pushing me round, round, round?

I'm on the verge of a meltdown

Putting on my busy shoes

My laces keep coming undone

Putting on my busy shoes

Always looking out for number one

Digital zombies finding reasons to fit in with the crowd

God, Sex, Money to believe in while we bring each other down

I'm calling, I'm calling out (Hello)

Putting on my busy shoes

My laces keep coming undone

Putting on my busy shoes

Always looking out for number one

There's no time

(There's no time)

So I'm always in a state of anxiety

Prescribe

(Prescribe)

The latest medication that's right for me, that's right for me

Keep on keeping on yeah

Putting on my busy shoes

My laces keep coming undone

Putting on my busy shoes

Always looking out for number one

Yeah

Cmon

Oh

Hit me