Lack Hund
Now here, no where. Grey paint on grey canvas. No focus,
no ambition, just a world of distraction. We step into
the wheel and let it turn, turn, turn, turn. Try
slowdance your way out of this one, f..cker. Hey you, have
you found your spot? I'm so stressed up, I'm way past
breakdown. Head north even though I'm southbound. And the
more I want the less I act, the more passion the more
pain, right? Right. Work is violence, violence at work.
Hey you, have you found your spot? Hey you, have you
found your spot? I wanna be someone, just someone else.
But every morning I become me. Become me.
