Lyrics
This is a drill, it's nothing new
Oh yeah you've seen this all before, until it kills you
This is a vessel for you to voice your opinions from and nothing more
I'm going through the motions of a growing boy until it kills me, and it will
It's in your head it's in your mind where you dream
When your days start to feel real short what's really wrong?
I turn to granite, turn to marble or slate
Metamorphose back to the original state
I turn the TV on, is anyone home?
It feels just like the calm before the storm