Epicurean theme to a never-ending sequence Burns me out, dries me up Up and out and through My plans disappoint, drain my cup Blind man sat in his room and he cried "Tomorrow promised me triviality" Bite the bait, swallow the hook Hooked in routine instead of living Wonder what`s become of me
What`s become of me? What`s become of me anyway?
I`ve been uncaring, unconcerned Except at what comes dangerously close to Overturning my house of cards Falls fast and furious Scattering shapes of well-worn self-conceit Blind man shook his fist and he cried "Surely those were my rights" As if it were as bad as that To be condemned to doing as thou wilt Wilt and fade away The kernel must first So here I wait for You
I wait for You I wait for You all the while
My way sucks and I don`t know what to do My way sucks and I don`t know My way sucks and so I`m giving it all to You My way sucks and so I give
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