Skoomatose

A bait and switch
Now the game is a chore
Just like a retracting umbilical cord
A tasty treat, release and relief
Spread the womb a little more

The next stop is only minutes away
But that one minute takes up most of my day
They say I’m free but the world is a cage
And it stops right at the shore

So I hone my inner voice
I lighten up my load
I’ll finish what you started
I’ll leave you ash and bone
And I search the sky, my belly’s never full
An excursion forth with fury
Until each one is gone

Can’t stop the end from coming I have to surmise
Embrace a cold conversation or slow suicide
‘Cause any day now, man, I’ll be cured from the perpetual sore

Swipe clean the resolution, the cheque’s in the mail
Just give me five more minutes to play out this game
Cause at night I hear her calling again from my head to give her more
The alternative’s a bore

Now empty rambles reveal the novelty’s gone
As the minutes turn to hours to days and so on
Well, I think that it’s time I eradicate all that I can

So if life’s just a loaded sum
And my death is just a waiting room hum
Well I pause. Wait. I reason out until the slaughter has begun

Can’t stop the end from coming I have to surmise
Embrace a cold conversation or slow suicide
‘Cause any day now, man, I’ll be cured from the perpetual sore

Swipe clean the resolution, the cheque’s in the mail
Just give me five more minutes to play out this game
Cause at night I hear her calling again from my head to give her more
The alternative’s a bore

A habit in denial
Reigning in a lunatic asylum
And I’ve got the cure to cleanse all this overrated sanity

Resurface with a smile
Absence suits you for a while
But I’ll be seeing you real soon
To seal your doom

 

 

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