It's getting ha-ha-harder
to remain this constant
there's a monster in my place
and some ghosts in my closet
so i trudge through the depths
while i sink through the dirt
they've got you by the throat
and shaking out your conscience
there's barely ever any change
but that's not whats promised
its getting ha-ha-harder
to remember why you've started

I've kept my head clear of blissful sleep
laugh at the stories i used to believe
with the clothes on my back and yellow teeth
hardly working for some inner peace
hold my head high and keep my nose clean
get a good job or serve my country
wear myself out and eventually
turn into dust and dissolve into nothing.

this is your life: look sharp. look busy.
carry that weight until you bleed.
open your hands, count your blessings.
close your eyes, pretend you're happy.
this is your life...

oh its a shame
to be so afraid
at such a young age
this is your life.