תודה לאחי על הגיטרות.

With love for words and nothing to say
He tries to place them in a quizzical way
With rhythm and rhyme and given the time he will waste it
Rarely able to complete a song
He starts to wander if his calling was wrong
When he finds out what his passion's about, he will chase
it

A victim of the victims of society
Waiting for magic to descend
Driven by his day job anxiety
'Cause that would be the end

At university he followed his heart
He dropped computers in favor of art
Now his degree in film and TV seems to smile
Then he decided he should write a book
Until he realized how long that took
Now he's depressed and thinks he should rest for a while

A victim of the victims of society
Waiting for magic to descend
Driven by his day job anxiety
'Cause that would be the end

The road to failure is paved with good potential
And every stone is for a day that could have been
But his fruition is eternally eventual
His oyster of a world is closing in

And as it closes he's awake in bed
Thinking he should have done computers instead
Then he gets up and mixes a cup of sorrow
Looking back at his dreams they seem lame
A blurry picture of fortune and fame
He sits for an hour and figures he'll shower tomorrow

A victim of the victims of society
Waiting for magic to descend
Driven by his day job anxiety
'Cause that would be the end
That would be the end
That would be the end of that