[ Featuring Whiskey Feathers, Brittain Duckworth ]
And I woke up, and I woke up
And I realized there's no time today
It's 2 pm but anyway, what in the hell are we doing here
And they won't budge, and they won't budge
This 40-hour working week,
But don't you worry about the sleep, what in the hell are we doing here
And it's so strange, and it's so strange
How'd that conversation go, and who agreed to build the clocks we know
What in the hell are we doing here
So we overwork, and we never play
We push ourselves to the brink, to look out over the edge and think
What in the hell are we doing here
But when we grind our gears everything comes to a halt
And they'll yell at you screaming, that it's all your fault
When they break yah
When they break yah
When they break yah
When they break yah
But when we strip it down, the sound of life doesn't tick at all
And the clocks they build, they all crumble and fall
When you break out
When you break out
When you break out
When you break out