Lyrics

Verse 1] Friends I know a place Where time stands still With lines to stand in And forms to fill

Take a stupid number, grab a filthy seat, Did they call my number?…nope, that's not me. Is time even real? I start to have doubts. Oh how convenient, the card reader is out. (Cash only?!)

[Chorus] Which form here will end my suffering? Is there a window for existential buffering? If patience is a virtue, then I’ve got none, I GOT 99 PROBLEMS AND MY License IS ONE

[Verse 2] [slightly slower, creeping dread]
Do you accept my tears as ID? Or do you also need my sanity? Clock’s ticking, they’ve called 308— Oh great, that’s not me… guess I’ll wait. (Like I have a choice!)

[Bridge. Chaotic, fast, swelling beat]
The printer jams, the clerk just sighs, A toddler screams, my soul just dies. My mom has called about 5 times. Someone please MOVE THESE LINES!!!
[3 sec pause]

[Chorus] [beat resumes]
Which form here will end my suffering? Is there a line for soul-recovering? I had a plan, I had a goal Now, I just want to GO HOME!

[Mystical echo talking voice] Legend has it, When Lucifer himself was cast down from heaven, he founded the department of Motor Vehicles. Those who joined him became the soulless, dead eyed employees..... of the DMV. They torment the souls of mortals, by making them waste their lives in endless lines and confusing them with maddening policies.... that make NO SENSE. [Evil laughter]

[Bridge] (building intensity)
DMV’s a time warp, where times an illusion. But nobody here has any solutions. Where clocks exist purely to mock you This is the ultimate, proverbial "fuck you". (Ay'o fuck you!)

[Chorus] Which form here will end my pain? They're all a blur, they're all the same. Do I close my eyes and just asscend? (Is this the end?!) Or wait in endless lines and make some new friends!?

[Outro] (slow and dramatic)
The DMV… it’s part of life’s test. An ancient rite… a bureaucratic quest. Only the few, the strong survive.... Take a number.... get in line.