Lyrics

Jammed, all and everything stuck in a rut (the) window of opportunity shut Go, while you still have the will to do – Go pour your goo on someone new Now your mind is doing time in its own prison Feeding on itself ignoring sense and intuition: A vile, bitter dish, topped with hate served on a plate Whoever said it was easy out there? Vile and deceitful you're wearing your crown It will just weigh your moth-ridden conciense Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down!