Moving paper and taking great pictures doesn't matter
It does nothing more than waste my youth
On mindless pursuits

It's not a magic trick, making green paper appear at your door
Everyone knows how it's done
And no one's impressed

Turning off conscious thought for hours
Doesn't make a wise career choice
Taking turns turning off common sense
Is a good game to avoid

If time flies when you're having fun
Then my clock hands need directions
A left turn's really unbecoming for them

Take what you need back
Your time is at hand
It's all that you have
It's like sinking sand