Repeat

Wake up into a closed off routine
Quick minded and unsure what it means
I've been proven wrong more than twice
It's nagging thoughts, once a vice

Sitting in my living room watching the world grow old
Angry at my parents for what i'm told
No trust, no faith, just dead weight

Hipocritical way, time to pay, it'll never be the same.

Pessimism painted mixed messages
Between commercial splash and kicking fences
A plastic culture, loners fell through trenches
You'll never find it there

On a road to nowhere
Now i'm so unsure
No true land, well that's just too damn bad