Short circuit, lost signal

Feels like my head is breaking

Transmission, in free-fall

Feels like I'm done with waiting

From someone else's scapegoat

I've turned into someones brand new whipping boy

Still standing, still staring

Consumer checked and ready to go

If you ask me for an answer, I will try to give it to you

If you ask me for a reason, I will give that to you too

But if you ask me what the point is

I'm afraid you've got me struggling there

In free-fall, vacuum packed, halfhearted revolution

Not your job, not your place, settle for evolution

In answer to your arguments it seems

There is no fucking point, apathy, it suits me

Some kind of reverse malcontent

If you ask me for an answer, I will try to give it to you

If you ask me for a reason, I will give that to you too

But if you ask me what the point is

I'm afraid you've got me struggling there