Give me a piece of bread 
Daily routine starts up 
It's seven o'clock 
Try to find my shoes, so I can go 
Daily routine starts up 
It's seven o'clock 

Can't you cut my strings now 
Or does it make you scared? 

I put a pen in my mouth 
Black cat screams outside 
Who's fooling who? 
Can't think of nothing but my shoes 
Black cat screams outside 
Who's fooling who? 

Can't you cut my strings now 
Or does it make you scared? 

This feels like a turning point 
Split things up that still are joined 

Do you call this wisdom? 
Or are you in a rut? 
Do you call this wisdom? 
Or are you in a void?