كلمات Argyria

It’s bouncing in my head It’s time to wake, time to wake up Leaving my dreams behind Today I’ll take a shower The coffee scent lifts me up My workplace awaits me My suit (I’m used to wear it, I’m used to stay) Is my disguise (the path I took, the sham I live) Commuting on the bus Day to day, same old faces I promised myself to smile once again A few more sketches done Time for lunch and empty words Demands I can’t refuse Hours piling up And when I’m done, the sun is gone This dead end life wears me out My disguise (away from colours, away from life) Is all I am (afraid to differ, just going straight) What’s my fuel? What’s my goal? What’s my value? God! I don’t know, I’m so tired now! Last bus gone I must walk Trying not To think back I chose this way Too late to change There were no choices Take it and go ahead! I still hear his cries, memories repressed Buried years ago, I was grasping the spade All those feelings fade Within my inner child, oppressed I was breaking hard myself! A man can drown In his own thoughts Life is a leaden grey coloured stone I should go back home I’m losing my mind I’m starting to feel cold I’d rather be dead!