You need a jolt   You've got to bolt   you're half-asleep   you need to wake   The deal is grave   you cannot wait another day   No marking time   you've got to fly or scream or dance   you need a thrill you cannot    waste another chance   to finally feel like you are real      I buy my high by flying high in the sky    so I might feel like I might die      You've fallen ill   you're losing color   losing hair   you're losing weight   You know you may not live   to see another day   You've got no time for    peace of mind   you miss the calm   and all around you is the    deafening lack of sound   And you can't help but know you're real      There was a time   or was no time   when you were fine   and you could find   the perfect spot   that one good place   that wasn't bought   And you'd know all   you'd ever sought   was what you'd got      ...How to tell it's a cardboard coffin:    Just wait till noone's looking and start knocking.   If it's a hollow thud and noone answers, then push    on the sides and see if they give.