Its days like this that make me want to scream.
Scream so loud that I cry blood.
Sitting thru the 9 to 5 drill.
Falling
Naked
Zombie
Drool
Blistering, backwards, bludgeoned day
I’m not about to go home today.
I’m causality in my 9 to 5.
I’m fighting to keep sane.
I’m wishing we would have some rain.
I’m trying not to listen to the news.
It’s all a bunch of lies that buzz around my brain like big fat deer flies.
I’m a causality in my 9 to 5.
Humanity can’t take it anymore.
They run through the streets and hit strangers with bats.
Right on the back of the skull.
Splitting them open all over the fuckin floor.
I heard that today.
On the news.
I’m causality in my 9 to 5.
I’m not so different from you.
I like to drink, curse and screw.
The problem is.
You think you’re so different.
