I didn't ask to breathe so don't blame this on me      We're creatures of repitition slaves to routine      Every day in the same bed, same place, same fucking thing      Is it true that monotony strengthens the soul      Rotting the mind while digging a hole      Deeper and Deeper day after day      Eradicates ambition, Apathy paves the way      For a new sunrise or a repeat of yesterday?      Besides for your remote are you even in control?      Do i belong to these conditions or do these conditions belong to me      How much do they cost the hours that make up my day      There's a dollar sign on exisistence in this day and age      To support and survive we all must have a wage      We're constantly nonstop searching for reasons      Searching through winds like living breathing seasons      Clarity comes in flashes like images on a screen      I reinvent this tragedy to something in a dream