potatoになっていく (Becoming Potatoes)

Can't save no scrubs in the bullpen
Cheap youth, no tears, nothing at all
Can't even laugh at a comedy scene
Just mixing cold chowder, that's life

How long should we pretend we don't see the fruit of our misplaced buttons?
No suitable performance specifications

Accidentally ran into a fire, threw in some oil
Life, plans, all turning into potatoes
Bubbling, tomorrow foaming, eyes rolling back, boiling in water
Victory, success, all turning into potatoes

Let's all mess around, melt the future into a mess
Let's crumple up in this kind of life

No time left for us, ugly but no rights
Booing that used to be shameful is now a medal
Can't laugh appropriately, everyone has to say it
Tangled up like a fool, just turning into butter

Didn't intend it to be like this at first, won't anyone believe me?
No room for regrets at all

Throwing firewood here as if nothing happened
Life, plans, all turning into potatoes
Nicely browned, tomorrow fully cooked, burning so high can't see
Victory, success, all turning into potatoes

Let's all mess around, melt the future into a mess
Let's pretend it's all faint in that bowl
Let's crumple up in this kind of life