Lyrics Where Was You - Seth Sentry
It
goes,
step
one:
wake
up,
but
my
brain
won't
Chain
smoke,
worry
'bout
the
stuff
that
I
don't
have
Step
two:
work
a
job
that
I
hate,
let
the
day
burn
Gotta
earn
the
money
that
I
owe
back
Step
three:
turn
the
screen
on
and
stare
at
it
Worry
'bout
all
the
things
I
gotta
get
done
Step
four:
lie
awake
in
a
sheer
panic
'til
I
fall
asleep
I
guess
if
I
was
honest
I
wanted
for
something
more
but
ignored
it
And
now
the
thought
of
it
sorta
just
seems
far
fetched
I
was
brought
up
and
taught
I
should
just
be
normal
Cause
boredom
will
help
afford
all
the
mortgage
on
this
apartment
Yeah
my
home,
my
apartment,
hardwood
floors,
white
walls,
nice
armchairs
Large
bed,
IKEA,
all
500
square
feet
of
proof
I'm
a
success
No
kids,
no
partners,
no
darn
pets,
no
time,
only
friends
are
in
past
tense
The
neighbours
up
stairs
never
stay
up
past
ten
I
feel
passed
tense,
yeah
the
stress
is
constant
I
never
travelled
the
world
I
was
delayed
I
got
a
Japanese
sword
I
bought
off
eBay
I
got
the
best
TV
on
the
market
At
night
I
watch
a
high
def
pixelated
sunset
News
flash,
an
eruption,
something
about
the
undead,
fuck
this
I
was
trying
to
watch
something
Hit
the
off
button,
I
got
things
I
gotta
get
done
I
said
where
was
you
when
the
dead
come
walking?
(x4)
It's
like,
where
was
I?
Probably
caught
up
in
this
head
of
mine
A
pair
of
cartoon
eyes
with
the
dollars
signs
So
I
don't
really
notice
shit
going
on
at
times
So
while
the
living
and
the
dead
- they
were
swapping
sides
I
was
occupied,
thinking
about
my
job
and
what
I
wanna
buy
It's
all
my
fault
and
I
apoligise
I
didn't
even
notice
there
was
something
wrong
'Til
I
thought
"Shit,
where
has
everybody
gone?"
It's
like
the
thought
made
me
wake
up
I
look
around
the
office
every
cubicle
was
vacant
Put
my
coffee
down,
man
they
must
be
all
on
break
The
first
thought
I
had
is
"somebody's
getting
a
pay
cut"
Photocopier
is
screaming
at
me
out
of
paper
And
there's
no
one
here
to
blame
so
I
need
to
get
some
A4
Hey
yo
this
ain't
what
I
get
paid
for
Then
I
see
'em
crawling
in
via
the
escape
door
It
was
a
flood
full
of
teeth,
face
like
a
friend
Eyes
like
a
frozen
fish,
arms
outstretched
Shell
made
of
of
suit
and
tie
Looking
like
upright
death
on
its
lunch
break
They
never
knew
where
they
came
from
They
couldn't
figure
what
the
strain
was
Baton
down
the
hatches
and
fuel
up
the
chain
saws
(x2)
They
came
pouring
in
like
a
bull
in
a
china
shop
Grabbed
whatever
items
that
I
could
find
just
to
fight
'em
off
Made
it
out
of
the
office
not
sure
if
I
was
alive
or
not
But
for
the
first
time
I
was
leaving
work
before
five
o'clock
Made
it
home,
picked
the
phone
up
and
tried
to
dial
the
cops
Line
was
off,
meanwhile
they're
filling
up
the
entire
block
Outside
door
ain't
gonna
hold
up
with
this
tiny
lock
I
have
gotta
get
it
sealed
up
tighter
than
an
iron
vault
Looked
around
to
find
something
to
use
to
barricade
it
But
it's
tougher
to
choose
Cause
all
I
see
are
price
tags
on
the
stuff
in
this
room
It's
too
good
for
loose
wood
and
a
couple
of
screws
I'm
torn,
but
what
the
fuck
for?
Worried
about
my
uninsured
stuff
while
the
dead
are
clawing
at
the
front
door
It's
just
a
chair
just
a
table
These
four
fucking
walls
were
my
life,
I
won't
let
'em
be
my
grave
too
Go
to
plan
B,
turned
the
oven
on,
let
the
gas
leak
Grabbed
the
canned
feed
from
the
pantry
Put
it
in
a
bag
with
a
canteen
like
I'm
going
camping
Reached
for
the
antique
sword
from
the
wall
Heard
the
stampede
burst
through
the
door
Struck
a
match,
lit
the
lounge
suite
Climbed
to
the
balcony
Dead
hands
trying
to
grab
me
As
I
scaled
down
three
stories
to
the
firm
ground
Step
one:
wake
up
in
a
new
world
No
fixed
abode,
I
scavenge
and
I
move
on
Step
two:
every
day
I
manage
a
few
blocks
Streets
full
of
teeth
so
I
travel
by
the
rooftops
Step
three:
keep
my
mind
and
my
sword
sharp
Try
to
help
survivors
but
always
check
'em
for
bite
marks
Step
four:
try
to
stay
alert
at
all
times
Surrounded
by
death
but
I've
never
felt
more
alive
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