Got no time to kill, you got nothing to do
Slow on productivity cause nothing is new
Music is a mockery, words mean less
Silence and destruction, a bloody mess
No productivity
Forced negativity
Constant anxiety
Dead end society
Standing in an alley on a Saturday night
Well if I wasn’t hammered it wouldn’t be right
Waiting for the enemy to make their move
Feeling like a target in an arcade booth
No productivity
Forced negativity
Constant anxiety
Dead end society
You stagger home to bed at a quarter past two
Stoned out of your head on acid and glue
You can’t tell your parents what it is that you do
You don’t dig the opening you’re forced to go through
No productivity
Forced negativity
Constant anxiety
Dead end society
No productivity