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I'm looking for a seat
I turn on the news
I turn on the radio
And the same song plays
I roll on the ground
Out of sheer boredom
I hear a rumble
And it comes from the center

Lack of emotion is killing
And I was born to feel
The eternal frustration is killing me
I want to have something to die for

Hurry up
Well there is nothing to do
Nowhere to go now or later

I'm looking for some video
That warms my chest
I know something is happening
But I don't understand it

I complain inside
I broke the mirror
I want to disappear
I cut my hair
I bark like a dog
I don't know what else to do

Lack of emotion is killing
And I was born to feel
The eternal frustration is killing me
I want to have something to die for

Hurry up
Well there is nothing to do
Nowhere to go now or later