Texty: Kill The Young. Nothing Left To Write.

A borderline frustration, maybe rooftops seem so easy to jump
A hideaway, a getaway but nothing seems to come from the top
A fundamental issue and a crazy situation
A fundamental issue and a minor alteration
Now and again we fight it but we know we never write it down
And they all know there's nothing left to write
There's nothing left to writeThere's nothing ever left to write
There's nothing ever left to write
There's nothing ever left to say
And you know I'm on my way
And I know I'm on my way
And you know I'm on my way
So we forget about it
Silence please I'm working and you know I've got one eye on the job
Its one part satisfaction, it's relaxing and I've not done it right
A fundamental issue and a crazy situation
A fundamental issue and a major alteration
Now and again we fight it but we know we never write it down
And they know there's nothing left to write
Ooh ahh ahh oaah
Forget about it
There's nothing left to write
There's nothing ever left to write
There's nothing ever left to write
There's nothing ever left to say
And you know I'm on my way
And I know I'm on my way
And you know I'm on my way
So we forget about it