Ken Mode Daeodon
Staring at a blank slate
Reaching out for nothing
But cycling through the process
Consistently, obsessively
In an attempt to avoid
Any kind of forward motion
I wish I could tell you why
But I'm unaware
Unaware of the motivation
I don't want help
I don't want to move
The act of physical combat
The only thing that remotely excites me
Enough to leave my quarters
Day in and day out
Expecting nothing
Wanting nothing
Nothing, nothing at all
Stereotypical enough to laugh at the concept
That the only temporary relief to this weight
Is the adrenaline rush from having your life
Choked from your body
Get me on the road so I can live again
