Got no time to kill, you got nothing to do
Slow on productivity cause nothing is new
Music is a mockery, words mean less
Silence and [bad word]  a bloody mess

No productivity
Forced negativity
Constant anxiety
Dead end society

Standing in an alley on a Saturday night
Well if I wasn’t hammered it wouldn’t be right
Waiting for the enemy to make their move
Feeling like a target in an arcade booth

No productivity
Forced negativity
Constant anxiety
Dead end society

You stagger home to bed at a quarter past two
Stoned out of your head on acid and glue
You can’t tell your parents what it is that you do
You don’t dig the opening you’re forced to go through

No productivity
Forced negativity
Constant anxiety
Dead end society
No productivity