I'm mister 24/7, call me mister 24/7
No days off better back off. I'll be on all night and day.
The golden years I'm in my prime.
No breakfast, lunch, no time.
Never stop gotta go fast.
But I got these aches inside my chest.
So many times slipping through the cracks.
All these weird side-effects. Nosia yet I can't find a link.
And I can't sleep so I can think
I'm mister 24/7, call me mister.
No stand by, to quick for deaths sythe.
Fading out all night and day.
Another day, lacing up the boots.
Heavy lifting and disputes.
Don't need the world to see.
My mind is a catastrophy.
Some mornings I just yell and scream. Waking up in the same regime. You might say I'm a bit naive. But hey, as long as I believe. I'm mister 24/7, stop ringing mister 24/7. No off switch, the hell is this? Fading out all night and day.