Sit in the dark with no headroom
Boredom finds where all your ghosts loom
I would try to see my bedroom
But I know that I would see
Everything Wrong with me
I try to keep up pace
But I know I'll lose my face
We'll slowly become machines
Here lies ambitious dreams
Oh I'll try to ignore
The Gaping Hole That's Bored
In my chest
I can't rest
I can't rest
Nothing left
Nothing left
But boredom
Boredom