Cozied up to the toilet. Face stuck to the floor. I met expectations. That I was trying to ignore. Job had such patience. I wonder "What's that like?". A hundred thousand million. (But I hear) thats what you like. So I was thinkin'..... So these cities are sprouting. Like a spit in the eye. And this world isn't waiting. It's just passing me by. I just peak in the window. Lookin' inside. The butchers got a fork in your face. But I'm standing alive. And I was singin'....