Till The End

I woke up and had a real strange feeling

I woke up and had my thoughts on the ceiling

It's unclear how I feel when you look in my eyes

I get up and walk around like a zombie

I get up with all my demons around me

I hate their guts but I'm no good at saying goodbyes

So we wait for our time to get a shot in this game

Another hand on the clock will tick it's dropping our frames

Observing, they're learning, on my behavior

It's unnerving like the thoughts of skin on a razor

It's such a loaded, crazed many scary obsession

Try to disown it, it may lead to needing a reverend