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 bad 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 bad in quantity time,
hate to say i told you so.
long time dead in quantity time,
next stop hell - not far to go.