Last Martyrs Of A Lost Cause Morning Hour Convict
have you ever felt as if life would pass you by?
dreams fade to the black of mind as you search to find
and your veins are dry, you're not really alive
anxious for what awaits, for the next day to arrive
and i never noticed how complicated life is.
once again all that remains feels stale and old
streetlights pass at the same time,
it's overcast and cold
my eyes won't open, they're too jaded to close
paralyzed by your own sick mind, your thoughts slowly doze
