The cycle I'm in is spinning again
The sadness is creeping like earthworms
All the tall towers are bending toward me
Making it hard to breathe
Why am like this?
Why do I tug at the lone silly thread until it all comes unraveled?
There are no friends, only shells and empties
Who never look me in the eye and mean it
Just a long trail of shit-piles
The 'ol hill of beans
Is all that seems to come out of me
No sleep for the restless
No love for the broken-hearted
No redemption for the soulless
I can't find the light
The power's been cut
And the scissors are resting in my hand
