Every day I feel the same, painting caged by a frame
Bruised by boots in rain, something ends and something fades
We all waste away, shadow of the shade
Hours become the days, days become dead weight

Fear picks white, gives you black, always waiting to react
Take a step, walk it back, pick a card the deck is stacked
So you fade away, lose everything at stake
Hours become the days, days become dead weight

Cynical, predictable, wasted and expendable
Boredom breeds envy, make my own enemies
Cynical, predictable, bottom of the bottle
Drank the drams of drama before I knew better!

A-D-D meets LCD, information’s slow drip feed
Energy bleeds anxiety, drained through my mind’s estuary
And now I’m drawing blanks, subject-verb-objective slant
My eyes are blind, fangs are capped, fears dismissed, bound and gagged
Atrophy insists, an urge you can’t resist
Double dose your vitamins, Broken bones and blemished skin
Act on an empty stage, celebrate your wretched waste
Hours become the days, days become dead weight

Sound the call, mouth the words, spit it out, it’s just a dirge
Empty soul, scorched earth, caught between survival and some anxious urge
Drank the drams of drama before I knew better, stuck in the borderlands, another trendsetter.
Salt of the earth, saint of the city, take this energy, drown out velleity

Drank the drams of drama before I knew better.
Stuck in the borderlands, another trendsetter.
Salt of the earth, saint of the city
All my energy, drown out velleity