First entry of the date    February 15   Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door    The fridge has been obsolete for weeks      Two took my shortcut through the switchyard last night    Neither made it past the T   They didn't make the fence so they fed the rats    And I'm surprised it wasn't me      No opportunity, the outside world is an empty space   And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place       Fourth entry of the week a grim repeat    Continuation of a eulogy    Belly full of bock, fit to enbalm, don't wanna talk    Or leave this head, let alone this house      No opportunity, the outside world is an empty space   And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place      'Cause past the lunacy there's bravery    At least I think a bit   It all this shit is such a comedy, let me in on the skit       Stuck in the skull    Final entry   February 15   Stuck in the skull    Stircrazy in a daze    Home to wake from a dream    Stuck in the skull