I’ve crawled to the edge of this pit and I’m looking in Just let me jump Been waiting here months for the green light and it still hasn’t come Transitioning into human fossil Petrified in my brain Static Stagnant I don’t understand it Why can’t I just get a break?
Brain death, Related lack of desire Primal propulsion Won’t let me retire
Everyday Everyday The nights grow shorter, and my sight gets weaker Bloodshot eyes, the mark of the tweaker
Still hanging in there. No telling where Ill end up, but it’s better than waiting around here. Than seeing everything in a shade of brown, tired of “living it up”, tired of painting the town. Pull the curtains, Cut to black Baby, I’m not coming back
Brain death, related lack of desire. Primal propulsion, Won’t let me retire.
From the monotonous drone of being, I’ve given up on waiting. Cogs rusted stuck in the machine, from lack of feeling.
Rob myself blind. Body and mind. Trapped in space, no passage forward. Self-destruct to no reward.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
