Lyrics

Sometimes I find nothing at all
They said we'd be better off dead

Making dots on the map of your backyard
Cutting corners with plastic knives
Brain has turned into a washing machine
Fueled by caffeine, hence the shaking

Hold on tight with your will, with your might
If the trails you make are shaking then
They might not worth be taking at all

Sometimes I find nothing at all
They said we'd be better off dead

This time we're making
This is my time
This time we're making
This is my time
All the holes dug in the ground
We will show them what we've found
Take their time
All the holes dug in the ground
We will show them what we've found
Take their time