Original lyrics

EN

I want a new purpose An aim to a new end I want a clear commission I want a new best friend I think I'm radio rental I feel so near to the edge This all feels like a rehearsal When can we cross the bridge? I want it all to be easier I wanna find my own niche To bathe in booze and butter While shaking off the drips I've yet so many vows to break And pedestals to fall from Still so many lines to cross New novel ways to get numb Everything is so temporary I don't even know my contemporaries I need to establish a point of view I need to feel that I've hope That I've something to gain from them Some money for old rope It's temporary, innocuous Fruitless, sterile and rote Contemporary, disposable Nothing but the primed cost