irony

There's no ease of mind Work, 9 to 5 Move Pick those lazy feet up Working hard, will feed ya Oh mom and pop I'm grateful to your advice But it tastes like shit The bitter taste, will stay in mind, whenever I'm gone I will count my blessings with no hands Feel like shit, in a fucked-up world Surfing, having fun With black wave called my thoughts Even if I'm drowning No one's found me Do I even seem a human being When i laugh in distraught Don't feel good from music Do it, cause i need to feel it No more multiplayer-games I'm playing single-player, man Not a single fucker understands Why I seem to dance No one dances along So I'll be dancing alone