The Drunken Man
I stalk the earth like a hollow ghost whos fed up with the walk/
theres so many things i would like to say but cant find the courage to talk/
its like an impossible obstacle to obtain/
the stillnes and the fullfillnes of the soul and the brain/
i maintain the pain of the flow cuz im fluid yust like yesterdays rain/
so i lay awake in my bed/
thinking how the world would look like if i was dead/
who would miss me now and whos tears would be shed/
my sanity balance on the edge of a knife/
i wonder what the fuck should i do with the remaining of my life/
maybe get an education and a respectable work/
takin orders from a fat unpredicteble jerk/
but i cant stand the grey day/
the robotic and manic rutin that i forseen so i cant stay/
i rather get high everyday and get lost in the smoke haze/
stumbling further and further into the mouse maze/
but i dont search for a piece of cheese/
im lookin for someone who can put an end to my lonly desiese/
remember the drunken man sittin on the bench in the lowest of lifes shelfs/
he got alot of things to say but got no one to lissen thats why he speaks to him self///
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Skrev inte texten som en rap text, utan mer som spoken word.
så droppa gärna kritik och sådant som är sedvanligt :)
in the end....its your best friend who kills you.
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