[Verse 1]
Counting down the days 'till I do not return
Metric public [?], chapped sky, talking monotone
[Chorus]
Floating around in purgatory
Boredom's getting a little boring
A little boring
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Abandoned skyscrapers, off the ground with moss
There are more ways to escape, no one stays for long
[Chorus]
It's beyond the point of saving
Simply a prisoner of my own making
Of my own making
[Instrumental Outro]