Routine, where there’s no distraction between the unwholesome and unwhole emotions of the everyday machine. Fatal feelings are piling upon the fight just to hang on. Then something new will intervene: Neurotransmission of molecules reaching receptors to stimulate crucial conversion to simple fuels. Doldrums abate.

Every day the same thing. Every day, every day the same thing. Every day, every day, every day the same thing. Ride my peptide-turning ebb and flow. Every day the same thing. Every day, every day the same thing. Every day, every day, every day the same thing. Streams of daydreams drag me down and grow.

Routine, where there’s no distraction between the unwholesome and unholy motions of the everyday machine. Fatal feelings are piling upon the fight just to hang on. Then something new will intervene: neurotransmission of molecules reaching receptors to stimulate crucial conversion to simple fuels. Doldrums abate.

Climb. Reaching hand over handle, and I’m not sure I’m gonna face my fears in time. And I know the pinnacle of panic’ll be clinical, mechanical, and grow and grow, till I’m buried far below. So I heed the asylum’s call, going anywhere my medicine takes me. And I like the new way it makes me. So I barely despair at all when I fall. From burial and plummeting, the aerial I’m summiting gets tall and wide, and I set my fears aside. If it weren’t for adversity I’d have known I’d never see myself denied. Now I’m feeling my old fatigue, as the uniform boredom rises with the great escape it devises. And my strategies, deep down, are in league.

Meds. I’ve been hiding them under the beds. My mind reverses. I’m done with the doctors and nurses. Oh, I don’t need ‘em; I’ve got freedom.

I’m ready for a ride. I can see my reflection, and it’s gonna be my guide. Yeah, the winds are shifting, lifting me higher and higher now. I’m riding the rising fire. Now I’m off, I’m on my way. Watch me fly, you can bet I’ll be getting by day to day. Though I know what’s coming, dumbing me down to a medium. I try to defy the tedium.

There’s no chance I’ll ever get out of the trance. Why do I try? Life never amounts to anything that counts. And so on I bounce, at a plateau I’d rather renounce. There’s nowhere left to go.

I will seek excitement until I fulfill every need. I’ll succeed, then I’ll live the life that I’ve always known I can own.

There’s no way in, there’s no time. No way to win. I know I’m no more than a laugh, a joke to the old ha-ha-hospital staff. I knew that I’d fold. So I’ll tuck my tail as I go. I’ll pre-derail. Now I know I’ll fail.

I’m feeling victimized, I’m feeling vile. But a little thieving might leave me believing I’m worthwhile. Breaking and entering is my domain. Seems a little stealing might just keep me feeling sane.

I’m sinking deeper than I did before. Something isn’t working. Burglary and lurking are a bore. I’m sick of living in the grit and grime, molded by the mildew. That is why I will do more crime.

What’s the use? Being built on each excuse turns my guilt on. Thoughts begin their full attack. I give in, I’m going back.

So I heed the asylum’s call, going anywhere my medicine takes me. And I like the new way it makes me. So I barely despair at all. But I’m feeling that old fatigue, as the uniform boredom rises with the great escape it devises. And my strategies, deep down, are in league.

I’m ready for a ride. I can see my reflection, and it’s gonna be my guide. Yeah, the winds are shifting, lifting me higher and higher now. I’m riding the rising fire. Now I’m off, I’m on my way. Watch me fly, you can bet I’ll be getting by day to day. Though I know what’s coming, dumbing me down to a medium. I try to defy the tedium.

Routine, where there’s no distraction between the unwholesome and unwhole emotions of the everyday machine. Fatal feelings are piling upon the fight just to hang on.