Living With Sloths

Through the darkness pierces your sickly sweet sounds
Your collective laughs make me want to scream a cry
One Hundred and Ninety Miles away from home
Yet I live here with you three stereotypical excuses
You make me want to grind my skull on concrete
Dragging me down in your immanent deafness
One Hundred and Ninety Miles away from him
One thing between me and your best lecture yet

One more repetition of the same old song
One more urge to loose all sense of control
Send me to a Doctor, let me see the Shrink
Dont let me achieve my secret goal

Through the darkness pierces your sickly sweet sounds
Your collective laughs make me want to scream a cry
One Hundred and Ninety Miles away from home
Yet I live here with you three stereotypical sloths

One more repetition of the same old song
One more urge to loose all sense of control
Send me to a Doctor, let me see the Shrink
Dont let me achieve my secret goal