Deep inside there's nothing there, The only thing I think with, truth is It's not my brain but in my pants, Quite insane. And I swear, I'm not crying, there must Be something in my eye. My mind is fading Like i'm watching something die. And it's about time to walk this fine line It's a hard job working 9 to 5 f** what I'm saying so stop your complaining Saying "it's hard to tell what this song's containing" Pa pa pa pixy styx and.... crack You can just sit back and re-lax. Chew me up and spit me out then stick a fork in me, Cos much like your steak i'm done, the only difference being I take less time to cook cos its already lost its fun. When does it start? Or better yet when does it end? Cos i'm spent