2.Adrenaline
Never should it be this hard
Looking through these endless papers
It's not the first time and it won't be long before it's vapour
Crossing through the things all done
It's not the turn of ages
The constant image of a lottery ticket not wages
Come Report the findings from
Experiments that are labelled
It is the easy way , it's how help has now got enabled
Fallen from the highest heights
Leaving when the jobs not over
This could be heaven in disguise , supplies are running lower
Caught from the deepest and bleakest of worlds
All in their own hell
Free from the weeds in the garden of greed
Time can't even help
Even heal
Time can't even heal
Even heal
Busy till the day we die
There is no chance to savour
Two thousand days of sitting , drinking, taking time from labour
Listen to the things I've done
Lost my mind , its reeling
Now that's the vision of a condasending local villain
The trouble Is the truth it hurts
It makes us lose all reason
Contemplating , hating Satan for his lack of teasing
Darker than the air at night
Lower than a three foot ceiling
Declining , thriving in a cataclysmic
Loss of feeling
Consumed and it's got me believing
That time has no meaning ,
All corridors close at the end
Turnover more than enough leaves
Eventually does seem
The help isn't coming to lend
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