The Exit کے بول

How am I supposed to draw the line When these things are brought down upon me? This isn't anything I asked for I can't breathe, I can't wait, I can't take this anymore I'm stuck here breaking my back Stuck here in the frey How long did we sleep When it slipped away? Suffocated with the dirty laundry Quarters fed into the machine If that's the only way then I don't want to be clean So many questions Haven't been answered yet Strength to sustain hope Is weakened by example So I turned inside (The boiling man I am) So I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore (The boiling man I am) So I turn inside (The boiling man I am) The exit.....did you get it? Our minds are overrun....stand against the wall By the pollutants that....hands across your back You send through the (air)waves...answers never come To my living room....from questions never asked Sand against the wall...hands across your back Answers never come....from questions never asked