| It's 'bout time to repent | |
| Your life's been out of content | |
| You wanna choke on oblate | |
| Don't think about the long wait | |
| You try to keep a good health | |
| And make some sense with yourself | |
| But still you feel so bizarre | |
| To play this random guitar | |
| You've got nothing to lose now | |
| You've got nothing to lose | |
| They say you don't comprehend | |
| But still you'll fight to the end | |
| You don't need a permit | |
| All that you do is stay fit | |
| You never search for answers | |
| That would eat you like cancers | |
| But still you feel so bizarre | |
| To play this random guitar | |
| You've got nothing to lose now | |
| You've got nothing to lose | |
| Your dependence | |
| And fascination | |
| Beacme the technology | |
| That you were imprisoned by | |
| You pull all kinds of tricks | |
| Just anything for a fix | |
| Spending time in your vault | |
| Your own decision and fault | |
| All the time you'll get layed | |
| You feel saved | |
| Still you feel so bizarre | |
| Cuz you forgot who you are | |
| You got nothing to lose now | |
| You got nothing to lose |