What's next

No more pleasure, no more social life Why am I tiring myself out with songs that people won't like? My mum always says Have your fingers in many pies But now what do I do when pies are now big balls of fire  Had a crazy day, a never ending phase Like some E bomb that's tick tocking, a headache ready to explode these days The world's trying to inhale, no sign of a nightingale All the world is on a leash. Fate is on an off beat FATE! YEAH! WHAT'S NEXT? Do you like wearing a mask? Do you like faking a smile? Do you like breathing your own air in? Do you like, do you like living a lie? Atlas is dropping the case, falling in space The globe in your face The solar system has no bad taste We humans will end up leaving and without any trace ey Cupid is supposed to be there But when you look around there's nothing else but hell Prostitute of good will in this world that we polute, be the good guy all cute And then get screwed You think you can find some peace elsewhere Then you realise nothing can relieve you apart from sex Everything's about reflex, annex, and text What's next FATE! YEAH! WHAT'S NEXT? WHAT'S NEXT? WHAT'S NEXT? WHAT'S NEXT? WHAT'S NEXT?