Now here, no where. Grey paint on grey canvas. No focus,
no ambition, just a world of distraction. We step into
the wheel and let it turn, turn, turn, turn. Try
slowdance your way out of this one, f*cker. Hey you, have
you found your spot? I'm so stressed up, I'm way past
breakdown. Head north even though I'm southbound. And the
more I want the less I act, the more passion the more
pain, right? Right. Work is violence, violence at work.
Hey you, have you found your spot? Hey you, have you
found your spot? I wanna be someone, just someone else.
But every morning I become me. Become me.