I'm over everybody
And I'm over everything
I'm hung on a pin
Empty of opinions like a painting
On a wall waiting for days
Thinking of ways to fill
How you seem to fail your heart
Endings get an early start
Oh you're going nowhere
You're a failure of a song
You're doing it wrong
I would be a baby
I would be a little boy
Wasted in bed
Trading her hands for toys
Always be the one who knows
No one follows where you go
I'll go insane tomorrow
I'll go insane tomorrow
I'll go insane tomorrow
Now we can observe the
Evolutions' other end
The mighty descend
Nothing really gives me any
Pleasure anymore
All that I know,
All that I'm waiting for
How you seem to fail your heart
Endings get an early start