Songtext von Procrastinator

Because there's a poltergeist In every pen, Waiting behind each monitor Lurking, Paralyzing every word I have for you in my head, I be your ambient room, Your feather bed, I'll cook you macaroni Every day of the week, Anxiety attack strikes again Every time i pick up a pen, Procrastinator... Procrastination Procrastinator, i'm a procrastinator!