He woke up hungover with the indigestion;
head pounding, got dressed and quickly stepped
he's got to be at work- in a second
skipped a balanced meal and had a cigarette for breakfast
in the car; keys in the ignition; he hits the engine
searches for radio stations, but doesn't hear shit that gets him
-And he wonders if he has a soul- or if it's left him
It's like life goes on forever as if it's endless
-In the morning- the traffic is relentless
and it feels like a sport the way they drive so aggressive
...and he's pissed cuz some dick cut him off in the intersection
...at the very least... his middle finger's an extension
an expression of the rebellion held in against oppression
he got caught with glued on angel wings tryna get into heaven
and the sights and the sounds of this city- he finds depressin'
and he's gonna run forever in fear the past will catch him

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AND FOR SOME-
YOU KNOW- TOMORROW NEVER COMES-
EVERYDAY IS THE SAME-
AND THERE ARE NO BETTER ONES-
YOU KNOW HE WAITED BUT TODAY CAME WAY TOO LATE-
AND THE SHADES OF BLACK AND WHITE START TO FADE TO GREY

VERSE2:
in his cubicle- while he does his work-
he thinks about what it's worth, and why his stomache hurts
EVERYDAY- the tension is mountin' becomin' worse-
if he doen't do somethin' about it, he's gonna burst!!!
everyone on earth wants to learn it the hard way
he spends all day rehearsin' the words that I'd say
it's lunch- but still he's not even hungry
and he can't think of nothin' left to love but there's gotta be something
and it probaly means he just needs some more sleep
he asked God for help but he ignores me
\so keep conforming
and dreaming and snoring
and thinking everything's boring
and reaching for things
- that don't exist-
like happiness-
the rest of my life can't be this
working and stacking chips
with uncle sam taxing it
who I am taking a backseat
they actually have trapped me and
I'm just understanding this

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