The Construct
You're born, get dressed
Finish school and leave the nest
Get a job, get a partner
Settle down and care for each other
Are you sure that you sucked the apple dry
Can't wait till you're old enough to die
The time is ticking, for all those jobs you're clicking
The time is ticking, for all those jobs you're clicking
The time is ticking
Nullified, are the dreams that you have kept inside
Terrified, can you tell that you have lived your life
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
Wait, the hour's too late
You're not done, so let's kick up the heart rate
Hate, is how it translates
But it's cause you said farewell to the welfare state
It only gets worse, straight to the hearse
The passing of time, dressed as a mime
You go to your job, you feel like a knob
The sound you hear's tick tock
Nullified, are the dreams that you have kept inside
Terrified, can you tell that you have lived your life
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
Finish school and leave the nest
Get a job, get a partner
Settle down and care for each other
Are you sure that you sucked the apple dry
Can't wait till you're old enough to die
The time is ticking, for all those jobs you're clicking
The time is ticking, for all those jobs you're clicking
The time is ticking
Nullified, are the dreams that you have kept inside
Terrified, can you tell that you have lived your life
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
Wait, the hour's too late
You're not done, so let's kick up the heart rate
Hate, is how it translates
But it's cause you said farewell to the welfare state
It only gets worse, straight to the hearse
The passing of time, dressed as a mime
You go to your job, you feel like a knob
The sound you hear's tick tock
Nullified, are the dreams that you have kept inside
Terrified, can you tell that you have lived your life
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
What's with all these thoughts that keep spinning
The problem is that, your heart is not in it
Credits
Writer(s): Imara Speek
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