Wicked

I’ve got bullshit on the brain
And I’m just making sure these thrills will keep me sane
Awake in someone else’s dream
Another extra in a bad deleted scene
A bad vibe

I’m not a lazy kind of guy
But I’m always making sure this couch is working fine
Cause I’ve been living in my jeans
But it’s all simulated, nothing’s as it seems
A fine line

The air is cooking us away
And everybody seems to think that it’s okay
But you’re not worrying enough
(Are you worrying enough now?)
Cause you’re a product of the times and out of touch with real life

It’s a shit, wicked world and we’re sick of it