Lyrics

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

Take a stupid number, grab a filthy seat,
Woman arguing with her boyfriend on the phone..... isn't that neat?
Is time even real? I start to doubt
Oh look, 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 came here for a license, now I’m DONE.

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

The printer jams, the clerk just sighs,
A toddler screams, my spirit dies.
The floor is sticky right here, not even gonna ask.
No matter why I'm here, it's always a pain in the ass.


[Chorus]
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

[Regualr talking voice]
Legend has it, that when Lucifer was cast down from heaven, he founded the department of Motor Vehicles. Those who joined him became the soulless employees.


[Bridge] (building intensity)
DMV’s a time warp, where times an illusion.
But nobody here has any solutions.
Where clocks exist just to mock you
This is the ultimate, proverbial "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?
Or wait in endless lines and make some new friends?
(Is this hell?)

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