Your Everyday Disaster

I can't feel anything, I don't respond to pleasure or pain, a vapid void, neglected toy, saturate in shame



Is it better than, better than the rest or does this end with abruptness, shallow at best



I don't know anyone, I don't know anything but this, met with either the calm or massive resistance



And at the end of your everyday disaster, does it keep getting faster



Awaiting patiently as the circle completes, it's finally coming around, but when the smoke has cleared it's been another year



Of wasting and running around



I don't know anyone, I don't know anything but this, met with either the calm or massive resistance



And at the end of your everyday disaster, does it keep getting faster



Awaiting patiently as the circle completes, it's finally coming around, but when the smoke has cleared it's been another year



Of wasting and running and finally coming around