But now you're laughing at me
Now in time it seems like I am coming
I'm not in the running anymore
I'm standing on the roof of the world
Mayday, Mayday
Keep all that soul
Put the freedom in past form
As of two fucking weeks ago
Because you're already gone
You won't be spared
I'm putting in my two weeks notice
From cheating at your solitaire
You won't be saved
Shock you clean
From the builder in the morning sun
You can't disappear
No drone that says I'm already there
The jokes on you
Till the penal hits the pentane
Free yourself
Because I could chop it down