Sleep, Work, Eat

"I'm sick of myself", repeating over and over again
I don't know why I wake up in the morning
I don't have a clue but I'm still here
It's time to become someone, to make it worthwhile
To justify the space you're taking

I better find a vision, a religion
A brand new golden credit car
A religion, an opinion
I don't think I care

I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little, need a little truth

I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little, need a little truth

Is there anyone else glitching over and over again?
I don't know how to stop stagnating
Stuck in reverse, gathering dust. My prime?
A year, a month, a chance, to pause, restart
Can't find a reason to unbreak it

I better find a vision, a religion
A brand new golden credit car
A religion, an opinion
I don't think I can

I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little, need a little truth

I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little, need a little truth

Am I supposed to be impressed?
I'm bored with tags and definitions wrapped around my chest
Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, eat
I'm going through the motions gladly staring at my feet
What is it all about, find my out somehow
Purpose give me, purpose give me something to sing about
Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, eat
Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work

I need a little break
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little, need a little truth

I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little push
I need a little, need a little truth



Credits
Writer(s): Francisca Tores Leiva, Karin Aguilera Martinez
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