Story Behind the Song 
2 Minutes' Hate: The society without questions for the man without morals.
 
 Every time I do this, I remember a day before the storm. A day when bacon meant something and Jesus was just another name, another face in the crowd. Now all I can do is sit here rubbing my magic willy and hoping a genie will come out.
Lyrics 
High on a Sunday,
 Waiting... Head to clear,
 Never comes, it never comes.
 
 Darkness losing fast, 
 Daylight taking hold and I, I'm going out, I'm leaving...
 Everything is bright,
 And I never realised that I'm alive,
 That I am right, that I will not break down.
 
 Breathe in slowly, 
 Try again, I've fallen here...
 Falling down, I hit the ground.
 
 Fucking waste of time,
 Walking round this lonely room,
 I'm thinking pain, I'm feeling...
 Wasting hours again
 And I'm alive and I am right,
 I will not break down.
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