The Kill - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

He's still feeling like he's sixteen

And you're chasing all of the same dreams

Only living on the weekend nights

The card is empty but the tab got paid

And I think it's funny how some things change

There's got to be more to life

He can't stand knowing he's dying

Tick-tock timing

He feels the kill

And my God, he'd love to know

Why he's dead inside

'Cause he just can't get his fill

Still sitting at the desk job

And you're still staring at the clock wall

And now you're working for the weekend ride

It's just the money, it'll change one day

As you're stuck in traffic on the highway

And now you've said it for the thousandth time (oh)

Well he can't stand knowing he's dying

Tick-tock timing

He feels the kill

And well my God, he'd love to know

Why he's dead inside

'Cause he just can't get his fill

Oh-oh-oh oh

Ah ah-ah

Na-na-na na-na ah

Oh oh oh-oh

We can't stand knowing we're dying

Tick-tock timing

We feel the kill

And my God, we'd love to know

Why we're dead inside

'Cause we just can't get our fill

We can't stand knowing we're dying

Tick-tock timing

We feel the kill

And my God, we'd love to know

Why we're dead inside

'Cause we just can't get our fill