Cubicle Lyrics

Pine Cubicle

nothing feeling fit. i can't cope with everyday life for
long. i can feel and hear clocks beating. not sure what
to spend these last moments on but i know for sure that
nothing will ever work. i'm kinda failing at everything
in slow motion. i hear words trying to get me out of this
in slow motion i hear words. i don't want this living in
me. this will die with me, forever it will live. this
confusion, this inner conflict shouldnt be what it is but
it seems to late to kill it now.