Skyclad Quantity Time
Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past, it's no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass. these bitter litanies you keep repeating, are verbal fingers down my mental blackboard screeching. Each moment in your company, was of more quantity than quality. My hopes and dreams - transparent phantoms, this wayward son's irrational anthems. Not worth spending quantity time, life is hunger - life is pain. Never ending quantity time, toe the line - take the strain. Awake in bed in quantity time, hate to say I told you so. Long time dead in quantity time, next stop Hell - not far to go. My vision is obscured - blurred by tears of anger, these four walls a prison where I rot in stagnant languor. My broken heart screams out "Someone repair me" - or please lay me in the cemetery. 'Cause you've taken all that's best, you see, so I'll lay to rest the rest of me. You cannot hold a dream to ransom - or silence my irrational anthem. Not worth spending quantity time, life is hunger - life is pain. Never ending quantity time, toe the line - take the strain. Awake in bed in quantity time, hate to say I told you so. Long time dead in quantity time, next stop Hell - not far to go.