Ankayedski - Thursday Lyrics

Call it off, burn the alarm
With friendly fire, mount the big guns
Your words inspire, put a high-numbered one
To fruit flies born to die
Hand me a towel, I'll do your dirty dancing
Maybe sweat for a while
Call the necromancer
I can try and convince him,
Trade a leg for a smile, but it's Thursday and my words lack magic
It's Thursday and my words won't cut it
It's Thursday and I'll drive home tomorrow
I promise
Stay here
Send me down
I wanna go, at least just for now
Those fields ring with my name
I lost my eardrum
If you find it, can you play for me?
All I ever wanted was to be someone, my arc is gone
I'm used by others, used by funds
A shotgun on my back-where did I go wrong?
Can I tell you all my troubles?
Can I write them in a letter?
Remember when I said I'd be home?
I don't either, but
It's Thursday and my words lack magic
It's Thursday and my words won't cut it this time
Stay here
Send me down
I wanna go, at least just for now
Those fields ring with my name
I lost my eardrum
If you find it, can you play for me?
Unintelligible gibberish