f..cked Up Litany
this morning i was born and this evening i will die.
tomorrow i will stumble through without eyes living and
surviving simply means that i keep dying a litany of
desperation and depression a repetition of boredom and
confusion piece by piece i'll play the the same old song
all day long it feels like i've done this before and i
don't want to do it anymore running on the spot stuck in
the first shot these walls of time i fear there is no way
out of here but if i can just make it through the day i
think i've finally found a way out head down work hard
forget that it is happening fall asleep and end the day
the memory fades away.
