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every morning I wake up in the same body
I see the same face in the mirror
hear the same atrocities on the radio
as my dying day draws nearer
In my car I drive the same commute
My mind worries a monotony ramble
Locked away in a box, doin nothin all day
I know what I want, but this I can't handle
I wanna be a moron, that works in a sub shop
Making your sandwhich up, getting paid slop
Too poor to care now, and too dumb to know better
The only thing that makes me sad is the rainy weather
Can I afford it? no, I can't live in a gutter
Responsibility kills me like theres no tomorrow
The weight of the world is hanging on my shoulders
I feel like my life is drowning in sorrow
Can you take me, away from my obligations
And find a place, where I'll be sane
flourescent lighting isn't sunlight replacement
it's just a way to keep you suffering in pain
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