Bismillah

by DZ

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lyrics

Another day stuck in this simulation
Expecting different results
Without motivation
The train left the station
Ya saca la greybol
Dehydration, neuronal deterioration
Comatose
Becoming dust

Another failed attempt
Did I speak to myself?
Did I speak to myself?
Losing my grasp
Preventing the soil from eroding away
No sense of time or space
Left with no hope in this place
My eyes are turning white
These days are clearly not so bright

How much longer will I remain starving
Trapped inside this coffin?
Left with no hope
Only trying to scrape the walls
How much longer will I live in doubt?
These brick weed seeds
From the douchebag across the street
Just do not seem to sprout

Pharmaceutical companies get a little upset
They would rather see us popping pills,
They want us dead
And I must confess
This medication is unlike any of the rest

Like sewn needles inside my chest
The noose grips tight around my neck
I can’t fight
These lips are dry
All these days keep passing by
My seizures start to multiply

These days are clearly not so bright
Will those crystals ever shine?

Nothing else can fill the void
The jar is empty and so is my soul

My wallet is in pain
And once again my pockets have been drained
As my sockets got more hollow with each passing day

Another day stuck in this simulation
Expecting different results
Without motivation
The train left the station
Ya saca la greybol
Dehydration, neuronal deterioration
Comatose
Becoming dust

Another failed attempt
Did I speak to myself?
Did I speak to myself?
Losing my grasp
Preventing the soil from eroding away
No sense of time or space
Left with no hope in this place
My eyes are turning white
These days are clearly not so bright