With all today's Angst and sorrow
I'll be apathtic by tomorrow

When something as objective as time
Replaces slowly my reason and rhyme
I knew what feeling was yesterday
Not anymore, not after today

When this ever-churning machine
Starts spewing me-scented steam
You'll know they fianlly got to me
I started on my feet and ended on my knee

I Get
Caught Up
I Let
Goooooo

The stress and the mess
That's what the engineer
To take your questions and suggestions
And make them disappear

I'll never "love the party"
I won't be free in your slavery
The strength I have comes partly
From seeing my own vulnerability

You can't have my soul
And you can't have control
Let them beat you to the ground
But don't back down!!!

With all today's Angst and sorrow
I'll be apathtic by tomorrow

We should have let England keep this dump