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.How does it feel like, to wake up in the sun.
How does it feel like, to shine on everyone.
How does it feel like, to let fovever be.
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter.
Scream out sympathy.
How does it feel like, to sail on the breeze.
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter.
Scream out sympathy.
How does it feel like, to make it happening.
How does it feel like, to breathe with everything.
How does it feel like, to let forever be.
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter.
Scream out sympathy.
How does it feel like, to be a Cristophe (!?)
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter.
Scream out sympathy.