Teeth grind in your head It's a whirring sound, only you can hear it
Hurry up, you're going to be late I hope today goes fast so I can live again
The wicked voice says "Come to bed" But mom, I want to stay up, or I might miss something
Imagine your face, just inches away from a shotgun blast at the wet dream girl

Gears, singing that song Don't put your hand in there, because they'll rip it off

Hypnotic, like a house on fire Staring at the flames that burn down your life
Picture yourself in your wildest dream Fool yourself into work again
Everyone there knows your name It's pinned to your shirt, and stamped on your card
Hurry up, you're going to be late I hope today goes fast so I can live again

Gears, singing that song A million miles per hour, they never slow down

You watch the mirrors for the change And you're taking pictures of everything
Today is the first day of the end of your life, isn't it?
You caught a picture of Jesus, shooting at the sky Hallelujah It breaks you down
Testifying your happiness, until they catch you

Gears, singing that song First it breaks the skin, then it's all over