Busy Shoes

It makes no sense, no rhyme or reason, I can't figure it out
A corporate coffin bleeding money, never letting you out
(I'm never gonna get out of here)
And I keep letting you down, down, down
I'm never good enough
And why do you keep pushing me round, round, round?
I'm on the verge of a meltdown
Putting on my busy shoes
My laces keep coming undone
Putting on my busy shoes
Always looking out for number one
Digital zombies finding reasons to fit in with the crowd
God, Sex, Money to believe in while we bring each other down
I'm calling, I'm calling out (Hello)
Putting on my busy shoes
My laces keep coming undone
Putting on my busy shoes
Always looking out for number one
There's no time
(There's no time)
So I'm always in a state of anxiety
Prescribe
(Prescribe)

The latest medication that's right for me, that's right for me
Keep on keeping on yeah
Putting on my busy shoes
My laces keep coming undone
Putting on my busy shoes
Always looking out for number one
Yeah
Cmon
Oh
Hit me