Something broken,
nothing fixed,
there's a tear,
in everything.
Stagnant air lingers,
suffocating your mind;
you beg for something new.
The trap is sprung;
you are now the working dead;
deceased thoughts from a corpse,
are all that remain.
Something broken,
nothing fixed,
there's a tear,
in everything.
Stagnant air lingers,
suffocating your mind;
you beg for something new.
The trap is sprung;
you are now the working dead;
deceased thoughts from a corpse,
are all that remain.