Under a Spell

Are we gonna be here?
Are we gonna feel this sore?
The company is killing us all
They wanna write this off
Crawling on the ceiling
Dont care enough to take the call
Lists climbing all the way up
I gotta find a job

All as one won’t you take me where words don’t go
Help me find it I’ve gone off

Talkin in ragtime
Talkin till your throat is sore
Thought you were rock n roll
Till you were shown the door
Look at how the money
Shapes imagination
It’s why the world’s spinning around
They tried to sign my thoughts

Livin in a fever
But no one would ever tell
The world it ain't ever gonna know me
like I know myself
Doomed to repeat it
Machines designed to grind it out
Tried to be working so hard
So i could work this off

All as one won’t you take me where words don’t go
Help me find it I’ve gone off

Under a Spell - Nah Nah Nah
Down here in Hell
with everyone
Facing off with giant rabid dogs
and i teased em - ah ah ah
Drink to your health - nah nah nah
Kill for your wealth - ya ya ya
Caught the disease of not giving a fuck
Cuz I breathed it
And if love was an obvious thing
Who would know?
Don’t know what I should do so I sing
Let me go