Sifting through my head
All the things that keep me up in bed
A mother's son shot is heavier than the lead
The CEO's forgot how they got their start
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
Slipping through our hands
Like an hourglass of sand
No one gives nothing
Without a demand
So walk amongst the living dead
Because we're all damned
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here