What Are We Doing?
Flustered full of all this misery
Gotta get through a little differently
I went to school with the goons getting killed from a remedy
Had to hide myself 'fore I died in calamity
Get a bag full of wealth, keep my health and sanity
I don't really need nothing fancy
I don't wanna go Tom Clancy
Came from the brink, and I'm living a fantasy
Savor the drink as I sip to my enemies
Nothing feels better than releasing your energy
That'll really set you free
Sometimes it's just meant to be
Lived as a ghost down on both his knees
With his hands up high
Raising his voice in a chant to the sky
How ya doing god? All I ask is "why?"
Charting the course into deep space
Sick of always putting on a cheap face
Using the force to give meaning to the pain
Feel no remorse when competing with the fakes
Or his house gonna end up vacant
Someone better do some explaining
I'm doomed from creation, celebrate the aimless
Really I'm just waiting till the plague hits
I don't really think we're gonna make it
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
Why in the fuck, are you wallowing in self pity
There are numbers to be crunched, and a hero must save the city
Hoping you're listening clearly, there's oceans of villainous tyranny
Components of Sisyphus, old as the viscous excision of missing your family
Honing my gift with this vigorous imagery
I am a ghost so the clothes just seem so silly
Focus on goals, rose to the ceiling
Stay full of hope, and exposing the meaning
Nothing makes sense in it's current form
Hurt from the jerks you been working for
Curb the allure, never make moves until you're sure you're sure
And there's never been a question why I was born
Rise from the floor, skyscraper status
Nothing gets gained by hiding my madness
Pilot the batshit brain
I don't exaggerate pain
I was made in the forge of the universe
You get saved when you do it first
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
Gotta get through a little differently
I went to school with the goons getting killed from a remedy
Had to hide myself 'fore I died in calamity
Get a bag full of wealth, keep my health and sanity
I don't really need nothing fancy
I don't wanna go Tom Clancy
Came from the brink, and I'm living a fantasy
Savor the drink as I sip to my enemies
Nothing feels better than releasing your energy
That'll really set you free
Sometimes it's just meant to be
Lived as a ghost down on both his knees
With his hands up high
Raising his voice in a chant to the sky
How ya doing god? All I ask is "why?"
Charting the course into deep space
Sick of always putting on a cheap face
Using the force to give meaning to the pain
Feel no remorse when competing with the fakes
Or his house gonna end up vacant
Someone better do some explaining
I'm doomed from creation, celebrate the aimless
Really I'm just waiting till the plague hits
I don't really think we're gonna make it
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
Why in the fuck, are you wallowing in self pity
There are numbers to be crunched, and a hero must save the city
Hoping you're listening clearly, there's oceans of villainous tyranny
Components of Sisyphus, old as the viscous excision of missing your family
Honing my gift with this vigorous imagery
I am a ghost so the clothes just seem so silly
Focus on goals, rose to the ceiling
Stay full of hope, and exposing the meaning
Nothing makes sense in it's current form
Hurt from the jerks you been working for
Curb the allure, never make moves until you're sure you're sure
And there's never been a question why I was born
Rise from the floor, skyscraper status
Nothing gets gained by hiding my madness
Pilot the batshit brain
I don't exaggerate pain
I was made in the forge of the universe
You get saved when you do it first
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
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Writer(s): Alex Gianatiempo
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