Stop the world, please
I want to get off
It keeps going and going
And I’ve had enough
I’m sorry for the inconvenience
Of my emancipation
Though, you have to admit
I’ve been so damn patient
But I’ve realized a circle
Is the shape of this track
I assumed there’d be progress
Yet, only find lack
If my only purpose,
Is to live as long as you see fit
Then don’t bother firing me
I’m done. I quit.
I didn’t ask for this job
And I don’t intend to see it through
You’re disappointed by that
But the fault lies in you
Some things are made broken
Impossible to mend
 Not all problems can be solved
And I’m one of them
But you knew that, right?
You’re called my creator
Made in your image, huh?
Are you also a failure?
Are you also a freak?
Are you a mistake?
No, you have it easy
You just create
So, this is where I get off
‘Cause life is a bust
Now, ash turns to ash
And dust turns to dust