Choke. Needless To Say. Six Inch Coiler On White. Zeneszám

laid awake all night preoccupied
rummaging through
stacks of dreams that have been pushed aside
so it seems in every case all that i find
is expired aspirations built to lies
so i complain
again another miss, i never gain
i've waiting for so long
i push to follow through, it never seems to show that way
in myself, tired of this slow pace
promised everything
force fed shit that i will eat
i'll be na?ve
just this last time
stuffed in my face
wake up every day
find myself int he same place
my hope defaced
it serves me right
everyday i'm fed the same
cannot complete
what's in the way
why can't i sleep
cannot be optimistic
what will it take
cannot complete
everyday i feel the sand
and nothing's ever going to take my dignity