Sleep, Work, Eat
Frank's White Canvas
I'm sick of myself
Repeating over and over again
I don't know why I wake up in the morning
I don't have a clue but I'm still here
It's time to become someone
To make it worthwhile
To justify the space you're taking
I better find a vision, a religion
A brand new golden credit car
A religion, an opinion
I don't think I care
I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little truth
I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little truth
Is there anyone else
Glitching over and over again?
I don't know how to stop stagnating
Stuck in reverse gathering dust
My prime? A year, a month
A chance, to pause, restart
Can't find a reason to unbreake it
I better find a vision, a religion
A brand new golden credit car
A religion, an opinion
I don't think I can
I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little truth
I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little truth
Am I supposed to be impressed?
I'm bored with tags and definitions wrapped around my chest
Sleep work sleep work sleep work eat
I'm going through the motions gladly staring at my feet
What is it all about? Find my out somehow
Purpose give me purpose give me something to sing about
Sleep work sleep work sleep work eat
I need a little break
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little truth
I need a little push
I need a little magic
I need a little music
I need a little truth