Remember the days when you could think straight

Wake up fresh as a daisy after stayin' out late

The mind was a tool but now it's just a blunt object

After so many years of just trying to keep it quiet

You wanna scream but there's a tightness in your chest

Wanna bring down the roof but you can't get out of bed

The alarm bells are ringing but you can't take up position

'Cuz you can't find the words to diagnose your condition

It sounded for a second like someone joined the conversation

'Til you turned on the light, saw it was your imagination

Tranquilized, walking in your sleep as grimy fingers anxiously swipe the screen

All the guilt trips in the world won't make you feel any different

Perpetual patterns of pleasure and punishment

Remove the question marks from your punctuation

Only periods, commas, and a lack of expectations

The mind was a tool, but now it's just a blunt object

After so many years of just trying to keep it quiet

Do you see the irony?

Do you see the irony?

After so many years of just trying to keep it quiet

Wanna bring down the roof

After all these years...