A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises

Silent, silent

This is my final fit, 
my final bellyache

No alarms 

and 

no surprises 

please 

(let me out of here).