Texty: Bodyjar. No Touch Red. Maze.

Days go fast and you don't change,
I often wonder where you're going (going).
Stuck onto your own sick ways,
fixated to a world dissolving (dissolving).
I've said everything I had to say,
you'll find your way not to exist.
Aspiration washed away from that liquid form in your hand (your hand).
I don't care what the fuck you do,
I don't care where the fuck you're going (going).

I've said everything I had to say?
you'll find your way not to exist.
Your lifestyle's changin',
your life is in your hands (your hands)!
I've said everything I had to say?
you'll find your way not to exist.