A good impression of myself
Not much to conceal
I'm saying nothing
But I'm saying nothing, with feel

I simply am not here
No way, I...
Shut up, be happy
Stop whining, please!

And because of who we are
We react in mock surprise
The curse of "there must be more"
So don't breathe here
Don't leave your bags

I simply am not here
No way, I...
Shut up, be happy
Stop whining, please!

The dust in my soul makes me feel the weight in my legs
My head's in the clouds, and I'm zoning out
I'm watching TV but I find it hard to stay conscious
I'm totally bored but I can't switch off

Only apathy from the pills in me
It's all in me, all in you
Electricity from the pills in me
It's all in me, all in you
Only MTV and cod philosophy

We're lost in the mall, shuffling through the stores like zombies
Well what is the point? What can money buy?
My hand's on a gun and I find the range, God tempts me
Well, what did you say? Think I'm passing out