Dull
People slowly moving
the same thing every day
People do others bidding
In billions of different ways
A person has no true face
or even a single soul
A person feels the pain
that over time grows dull
The days are a boring lull
That never seem to end
they blend into each other
they never seem to bend
Yes, we are all trapped
In a place we cannot stand
the same thing every day
People do others bidding
In billions of different ways
A person has no true face
or even a single soul
A person feels the pain
that over time grows dull
The days are a boring lull
That never seem to end
they blend into each other
they never seem to bend
Yes, we are all trapped
In a place we cannot stand