When I woke up
The rule of thoughts
Always to nothing
Reliving loss
One search too far
It was too deep
Just scraping by
Living for nothing
Stay lithe
What they want
What they want
Working too hard
You see the stick
I learnt it early
Never repent
Now its a vacuum
A hard eyed stare
Affection starved
You choke for air
Stay lithe
What they want
What they want