Hey, guys!

I got a message for the ones who just ain't find out
That all the time you put into me, it just won't pan out
I got a plan to put in motion if I take that route
I do

I'm in a dark, damp cave, the light source is Bic
And now my heart is made of paper, but my skull's too thick
I'll never ask 'em how their day was, never take that risk
I do

Seven days, eleven hours, fifty-five minutes
Check up on the whole, but now it seems it's just remnants
I got an easy way to solve it, but it's so immense
I do

There's a scuffle goin' on up here, I'm not a fighter
People pull me out, but I don't think it's that much brighter
Fantasize about the end and then my head feels lighter
I do