Lyrics
I scribble onto the pages as the hours pass on by
The singer is continuously writing as time passes.
I write notes till the seasons change and till all my pens run dry
The singer writes until the change of seasons and until their pens run out of ink.
I get out of bed each day but my life is such a bore
The singer gets up every day but finds their life monotonous and uninteresting.
I just can't take this, please someone help me find the door
The singer feels overwhelmed and seeks help to escape their current situation.
You stand around and tell me it's what I need
Others suggest that what the singer is experiencing is necessary for them.
Sit down and take the structure seven days a week
There's pressure to conform to a structured routine every day of the week.
Red tape and operations, you're like a disease
The singer sees bureaucracy and rules as negative influences, likening them to a disease.
Just shut it off and let the mayhem set me free
The singer desires chaos or disruption to break free from these constraints.
I dream of a better life or the possibility
The singer dreams of a better life or the chance for improvement.
I'm restrained from the outside world filled with animosity
They feel restricted from an external world full of hostility.
And again it's pressed on me, drag myself across the floor
Feeling burdened again, the singer struggles to move forward.
I just can't take this, please someone help me find the door
Seeking help again to escape the overwhelming situation.
You stand around and tell me it's what I need
Similar to line 5, others emphasize the necessity of the situation to the singer.
Sit down and take the structure seven days a week
Reinforcing the need for a structured routine, repeated emphasis on daily schedules.
Red tape and operations, you're like a disease
Continued frustration with bureaucracy and rules, likening them to a disease.
Just shut it off and let the mayhem set me free
Desiring chaos or disruption to break free from these constraints, repeated from line 8.
You stand around and tell me it's what I need
Repetition of earlier verses, reinforcing the feeling of being trapped.
Sit down and take the structure seven days a week
-Red tape and operations, you're like a disease
-Just shut it off and take me back
Expressing a desire to break free from the constraints and return to freedom.
You, why you gotta tell me where to be
Questioning why others dictate the singer's actions and whereabouts.
You, why you gotta tell me where to be
-Why you gotta tell me where to be
-You stand around and tell me it's what I need
Repetition of earlier verses, emphasizing the desire to break free from constraints and routine.
Sit down and take the structure seven days a week
-Red tape and operations, you're like a disease
-Just shut it off and let the mayhem set me free
-You stand around and tell me it's what I need
-Sit down and take the structure seven days a week
-Red tape and operations, you're like a disease
-Just shut it off and let the mayhem set me free
-I scribble onto the pages as the hours pass on by
Reiteration of the singer continuously writing as time passes.
I write notes till the seasons change and till all my pens run dry
Continuing to write until the change of seasons and the depletion of writing instruments.
And again it's pressed on me, drag myself across the floor
Feeling burdened again, struggling to move forward, similar to line 11.
I just can't take this, please someone help me find the door
Expressing an inability to continue in the current situation, seeking help to escape.
I just can't take this, please someone help me find the door
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