I didn't ask to breathe so don't blame this on mennWe're creatures of repitition slaves to routinennEvery day in the same bed, same place, same fucking thingnnIs it true that monotony strengthens the soulnnRotting the mind while digging a holennDeeper and Deeper day after daynnEradicates ambition, Apathy paves the waynnFor a new sunrise or a repeat of yesterday?nnBesides for your remote are you even in control?nnDo i belong to these conditions or do these conditions belong to mennHow much do they cost the hours that make up my daynnThere's a dollar sign on exisistence in this day and agennTo support and survive we all must have a wagennWe're constantly nonstop searching for reasonsnnSearching through winds like living breathing seasonsnnClarity comes in flashes like images on a screennnI reinvent this tragedy to something in a dream