Rambling, staring, just looking for more
The sound of your heartbeat is suggesting for some
Take a look around, nothing catches your eye
There's only one place that pounds in your mind
Trapped in routine, ten hours a day
Working and typing, you seem to decay
Watch the society, hate it even more
There's nothing you can do
You're waiting for the week to pass and set up the ritual
The ritual
Finally get to the bar
Your gear you're about to play
The audience is about to explode
You are the one in charge of starting the ritual
The ritual
The sound of the amps keeps ringing in your ear
The fuzz of the booze is starting to clear
Don't want to move, you're dodging the truth
There's a miserable path to get you again in the ritual