I was giving you some kind of a present I was giving you, though you're more than i deserve And i was pointed to give you everything you need But instead
I'm up to here In paper and pencils I'm nothing more Than a simple machine I feel like running away I've had enough Of crushing digits I'm just a dot
We've been over this We've been over this a hundred times and Im tired now yes Im tired now We've been sitting here We've been talking now for hours
Getting in here is the easiest part just keep your head down It's finding meaning once you're in there that is hard what's the point of speech when
There's a chance that I might not take the next step if I take one more I'm afraid that were going to slip there's a chance that I'll go back to where
