Lyrics:

Damage control, under a guise of rest.

I pay the toll just to sit on the bridge when I should invest.

A metronome of broken clocks perpetuates this paradox.

I could be trying my best to die, but I've been dying to try my best.

What good is competence without confidence?

(Knowledge of solutions without execution.)

I guess I thought I had the guts; I thought I had the fucking guts.