Friday, October 30, 2015

sick with the spin

stuck in a revolving door.
cemented in life's fucking time warp.
standing still while the whole world rushes right past you.

no end.

like a carousel with no music.
you're sick with the spin.
flawed and tired of your life of sin.

It's always the lie that breaks shit apart,
leaves them remaining confused with no way out.
standing still while the whole world rushes right past you.

no end...