Text: High Holy Days. The Situation.

I feel pretty incredible,
Standing here in the vacuum of my life, It feels so odd to be alive,
And the days they pass so quickly,
I'm here I said I feel alright, but I can't sleep at night,
So I looked and found I didn't belong here,
And what a thing to do to your life,
So I thought and made my own invention,
I thought I'd make a place in time,
I can't believe the situation, I can't believe my eyes,
Really think we lost our message,
I think we sold our minds,
And I know, It's just a show, And I know,
it's just a show that we do,
Talk about a mess here to crazy to save,
So turn your backs and turn on screams of rage,
Sex is drugs for teachers on the stage,

And noise of nothing pleases,
We become the wave, I can't believe the situation,
I can't believe my eyes,
Really lost the generation, I really lost the time,
Make your words here rhyme,
We can form their minds, Carve your face in time,
I can feel your anger, it's not like their anger,
Wake me up or never minda?¦