Lyrics

hey!
the tools are in charge, you know, you know
the fools are at large, you know you know
i'm pressing my muzzle to the corners of the night
i'm giving the muscle to everything with a pulse in sight

so pick up the pieces
i'm a puzzle, readjust me
and give me a purpose in this dreary soup
of humanity
dust me in angels, will you dose me, comatose me?
they're overproduced and uneducated
and i hate it

it's all going nowhere and it's going very slowly
the people outside are so busy
eyes are empty
the evening is wasted, you know, you know
but these are the spaces
'tween the stories and the glories

so pick up the pieces
i'm a puzzle, readjust me
and give me a purpose in this dreary soup
of humanity
dust me in angels, will you dose me, comatose me?
they're overproduced and uneducated
and i hate it