On a daily basis, I tie my shoe laces
Then I go to the fishing spot
The lintel shines through when the sky grows dark
But the sun\'s lobes were never seen
I fall over my clouded acumen, uttering jargon
I\'m a sponge absorbing information
I\'m red with regret, spinning out of control
Down a rabbit hole
Ipso facto
I\'m fucked, a lame duck, cock stiff
Wood pulp
I don\'t believe your bullshit
Ancient history written on papyrus
I have a mind of my own
Yes, it\'s true
Auf Wiedersehen Sie
Auf Wiedersehen, Auf Wiedersehen now
I\'m lumbering on barren ground
Beetle-browed, still figuring shit out
Aimlessly dashing down my current thoughts
I\'m ill-starred, wayward
Dwelling on so on and so on
At night I gaze at the stars
I succumb to temptation
The ice is thawing
What\'s happening to me?
I never seem to learn my lesson
I make impulsive decisions
I live for the moments of radio static
Sure, I have no more room for Gaelic
Doing cartwheels
I don\'t know what\'s real and fake
Going down memory lane
I\'m asphyxiating from the sheer pain
As rays of sunshine glitter
I gloss over the gospel truth
I\'ve been interrupted by a hullabaloo
The elephant in the room, a gallus taboo
One too many times I\'ve spent months in a surreal dream
Devising art, in Sheol, the winds whistle
I listen to the drizzle
I stop in my tracks at the death knell
Whilst I swell with an army of khaki emotions
I\'ve frozen, again, thinking il y a plus à la vie
Once I was over the moon with joie de vivre
Now I\'m lost without an itinerary.