This is the part where the alarm clock tears your eardrum into shreds
Oh please, please, please go back to sleep, sleep, sleep.
And the cold floor stabs your feet as your getting out of bed.
Ohplease, please, please break this routine.
And this is the part where you drink your coffee and curse the commute
All your daydreams and drunken nights wont let you forget the truth:
That in the reality show about your life that no one will ever make,
No plot points no cliffhangers just a dull camera pan and fade.
The grave yawns for you. The grave yawns for you.
For all those dreams you swore you would have but never quite came true.
The grave yawns for you.
This is the part where your bosses pep talk makes you feel so fcking small
That you want to implode in your cubical just be done once and for all
And in your biography never written. written with a nothing plot.
You smile fake it over and over and over and another day on autopilot.
The grave yawns for you. The grave yawns for you.
For all those dreams you swore you would have but never quite came true.
The grave yawns for you.
There is a hum on the horizon.
Its a hymn for the dying.
Its a chorus of guardian angles
and they’re all snoring
For a billion lives lived
so godamned boring.
You do these things you spend your time and one day that becomes your life. no? no.