Crawling, clawing
I'm just trying to climb in
And get going
Pushing hard against the horizon
Because things fall down
But they don't always fall into place
Steadfast, static
Every day is so damn automatic
I stop sleeping cause I'm tired of dreaming
Of the one where our souls are standing in line
And you're sitting in your armchair, just killing time
Fall in line
Fake the whole thing
Cut me loose
Cut it clean now