Face stuck to the floor
 I met expectations that I was tryin to ignore
 Job had such patience
 I wonder, what's that like?
 One hundred thousand million
 But I hearThat's what you like
 So I was thinkin
 So these cities are sprouting
 Like a spit in the eye
 And this world isn't waiting
 It's just passing me by
 I just peak in the window
 Lookin inside
 The butcher's got a fork in your face
 I'm standing alive
 And I was singin