The object of desire becomes the drudgery of routine
While ambitions make way for dread, tears melt a frozen dream
Indefinite deferment: the essence of futility
Suspense breeds senility
My past overwhelms me for the future I'm facing
Knowing I'll be dead one day but growing impatient
Eyes bore holes in me-torn apart at the seams
Trephined unmercifully, my positive thoughts escape like f*cking steam
My situation's hopeless; I can't wait to die
No longer pondering the path that I must take
In a fleeting moment (I can) smell the flowers at my wake
With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
The expanse of living is but a transient state
With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
Every day I'm one day closer to death
Another day closer to death
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The object of desire becomes the drudgery of routine
While ambitions make way for dread, tears melt a frozen dream
Indefinite deferment: the essence of futility
Suspense breeds senility
My past overwhelms me for the future I'm facing
Knowing I'll be dead one day but growing impatient
Eyes bore holes in me-torn apart at the seams
Trephined unmercifully, my positive thoughts escape like f*cking steam
My situation's hopeless; I can't wait to die
No longer pondering the path that I must take
In a fleeting moment (I can) smell the flowers at my wake
With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
The expanse of living is but a transient state
With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
Every day I'm one day closer to death
Another day closer to death
While ambitions make way for dread, tears melt a frozen dream
Indefinite deferment: the essence of futility
Suspense breeds senility
My past overwhelms me for the future I'm facing
Knowing I'll be dead one day but growing impatient
Eyes bore holes in me-torn apart at the seams
Trephined unmercifully, my positive thoughts escape like f*cking steam
My situation's hopeless; I can't wait to die
No longer pondering the path that I must take
In a fleeting moment (I can) smell the flowers at my wake
With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
The expanse of living is but a transient state
With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
Every day I'm one day closer to death
Another day closer to death
Writer: Rich O'Brien
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