The static in the attic
The fuzz in the box
The tears for the fears of the years when it drops
The worm in the apple
And the rattle in the can
The reeling from the feeling unaware why it began
The ants in the pants
And the snake in the grass
The view of the world through a pane of shattered glass
The hole in the bucket
And the fire in the hole
The feeling there’s a gap where there used to be a soul
For no reason
Feels like open season
The hope for the day is melting away
For no reason
I can hardly breathe in
The day has begun, I’m ready to run
The bull in the china shop
The fox with the hens
The constant creeping crisis that is never gonna end
The slave to the grind
And the grip and the grin
The knowledge it’s a battle that you’re never gonna win
For no reason
Feels like open season
The hope for the day is melting away
For no reason
I can hardly breathe in
The day has begun, I’m ready to run
The hole in the ceiling where the rain comes in
The rats in the cage and the cat’s on the tin
Now the cat’s with the pigeons
And the spanner’s in the works
The grit’s in the gears and the frequency hertz
For no reason
Feels like open season
The hope for the day is melting away
For no reason
I can hardly breathe in
The day has begun, I’m ready to run
For no reason
Feels like open season
The hope for the day is melting away
For no reason
I can hardly breathe in
The day has begun, I’m ready to run
