Futility Engine

I'm sick So sick of this And all the little things I miss And if I had a car I'd crash it in my lack of interest So let me just desist Call it plain oblivious Suffer all that bliss, yeah I'd do anything for this And every time I think I find A gear to twist I'm set in the cement And every time I stop, unwind I get this little sty goad On the eye of my intent (One point on this) I'm sick Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this I'm sick of this Sick of this Sick of this I'm sick of this So sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this So sick of this Sick of this Sick of this I'm sick of this So sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this So sick of this Sick of this Sick of this I'm sick of this So sick of this I'm sick of this Sick of this So sick of this I'm so sick of this I'm sick of this So sick of Alright I guess it's trite And in my comfy satellite Fight with all my might But I'll be back tomorrow night So let me get it right Subtlety is too polite And in this shady light Everything's still black and white And every time I think I find A timе to rest I atrophy instead And evеry time I stop unwind I still can't make it clear And so I waste away my time Waste away my time (Your ass is mine) I'm sick Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this So sick of this Sick of this Sick of this I'm sick of this So sick of this I'm so sick of this I'm so sick of this Sick of this So sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this Sick of this