[Verse 1]
I've sealed myself in
Laminated all of my skin
Sellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis

[Chorus]
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can imagine an end
So sick and so tired of being for real
Only the fiction still has the appeal

[Verse 2]
Builder of Routines
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
How I hate middle age
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy has sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines