Текст песни Ants - Demo - Bella Socio

I look up at the stars
And wonder "what will it be like to die?"
I'm wasting time saving time
After another of those stupid whims of mine

I look down at the ground
And wonder "how come they just never stop?"
Little ants, hoarding scraps
Backwards and forwards, they tirelessly carry on

Here's an on-the-spot list of random nonsense I just can't be arsed to endure

That boil on Uranus, not knowing where to park
Deadly diseases, following the fads
Going to the dentist, your car that breaks down
Working in maccy, clowning about
Losing your hair, predictable rhymes
Overused chords, submissions declined
Forgetting your keys, getting locked out
Hit by a tractor and treated for lice
Wearing shirts backwards, panic attacks
Corona virus, sporting your mask
Being showered with guano, ripping your top
The climate that's changing, your colleagues that moan
Giving away your time six hundred a month
The price of the petrol, the outbreak of a war
That paralysing shame, the clicking of time
Comparing to others, detecting their lies
Remembering birthdays, the phobia of flying
Being careful with strangers, beware what you sign