What a scene, there's blood
There's blood on the floor
On the floor and on the bed
On the bed to the door
Through the door, twenty-four
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Feel like that's the year
I didn't care anymore

I've felt better
It has to be this weather
Or could it be we put
The whole world through the shredder?
Chasing up, making up
Time that we never had
Youngsters should plan ahead
That or they're good as dead

Shoo do dah doot do
Shoo do dah doot do, hey
Shoo do dah doot do
Shoo do dah doot do

What a scene, there's blood
There's blood on the floor
On the floor and on the bed
On the bed to the door
Through the door, twenty-four
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Feel like that's the year
I didn't care anymore

Don't need a reason
You see it in the seasons
The rising of the ocean
The rise in the degrees and
Mars ain't the answer
We're all getting cancer
We're all hurting others
Our mothers and brothers

What's the point, what's the point?
All the moves have been played
Everyone has a seat
To the end of the days
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Time may be fake
But we don't have any more

Shoo do dah doot do
Shoo do dah doot do, hey
Shoo do dah doot do
Shoo do dah doot do

I hate to be so cynical
To break your heart, to steal your soul
But as long as nobody's listening
This fate of ours is worsening

I hate to be so cynical
To break your heart, to steal your soul
But as long as nobody's listening
This fate of ours is worsening

What a scene, there's blood
There's blood on the floor
On the floor and on the bed
On the bed to the door
Through the door, twenty-four
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Feel like that's the year
I didn't care anymore

What's the point, what's the point?
All the moves have been played
Everyone has a seat
To the end of the days
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Twenty-four, twenty-four
Time may be fake
But we don't have any more