by mike nowhere to fall nowhere to speak and theres nothing to dream nothing to dream and theres nothing to do and theres nowhere to speak atleast nowhere cool / recycle dreams, and darken scenes strippin down til its clean its not the same but its sweet evaluating your moods like a telescoping aimed at the moon / i feel nothing its a chore and im bluffing i feel nothing its a bore i feel nothing / and i cant wait for the time that we can repaint the world im a product of sunshine, and all my enemies and friends / i feel nothing its a chore and im bluffing i feel nothing its a bore i feel nothing / and i cant wait for the time that we can repaint the world im a product of sunshine, and all my enemies and friends / humming