Exhausted Love Lyrics

"To hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a living
All that does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit us
Look at me, I'm makin' it
I may live badly, but at least I don't have to work to do it
To all you workers out there, every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own death
End of interview"


I'm so goddamned tired, can't tell if I'm done or just uninspired
And don't give me that "You can be somebody" speech
It ain't your place; Let me be
I'm an example of a candle-lit life
With electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
To a remote control channel changer
Something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
Damn, what's wrong with my generation?
We was the cream of the crop, but it seems we've been robbed
That's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
And every day it gets less and less exciting
I would make a difference, but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
Change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine
Why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line?
I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
Sometimes it's a journey most times it's just a bad joke
And in my skull is a junk drawer I cannot organise
The first to come and last to leave will never be immortalised
This sort of life is completely overrated
I'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to make it
So, right now I'm heading home
Got sounds of nature volume one in my headphones
And half a bottle of prednisone
That's the reaction to an overdose of passion
Brainless, stagnant, ain't it magic?

I never knew ambition could be so fucking disgusting
I earn a good commission but it makes me feel so ugly
I'm on some not even knowing i'm a illuminatus
Just as long as play and age don't disrupt my funerals progress
I ain't changing for you, I ain't reaching for the sky
I would if you could give me one good reason why I should even try
'Cause after a while, this never ending blame game of whats better
Could fracture your smile's mainframe forever
It's so fun to be in love - Or so I've heard
The meaning has no feeling even though I understand the words
I used to try to make heaven right here on earth
But that'll only happen if you find someone else to do the work
I'll be surprised if my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus
While I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads
So for now my worthless counterwork has found a purpose
Every time a pound of dirt's produced I get my frown refurbished
2-for-1 specials if you order shoulder devils
Heads swoll, running out of petrol, but I won't let go of this gas pedal 'til I'm settled
And they finally wed me of that sweet, sublime security, so insecure and messy
Mark today the day that dedication died
Instead of saying goodbye, I'm staying, praying that I will stay alive
'Cause even though I know I hate to love you so much
I got no better place to go - That's why I always show up