You wanna be wanna be frightened
You wanna be silenced
Then be there and nurse your apathy

I'm not as precautious
I like the ferocious
Symphony of creativity

You're running out of time
You are running out of time
You're running out of time

You wanna be wanna be wasted
You're happy with copy pasted
Stay down and nurse your apathy

Your talent is forceful
Your absence is painful
Misusing what was never yours to abuse

You're running out of time
You are running out of time
You're running out of time

Wasteland of potential capacity
Wasting your precious ability
Build it up to tear it down
You'll never see what you could have found