Текст песни Recurrence

i continually ask myself why i want to get up everyday. i know something bad is going to happen during the twenty-four hour relay race. it's the same old competition for the last word. that one out of ten good person is what keeps my alarm on. when a sporadic fight has enlightened your day you know you're stuck in a let down cycle. living the same day over again i feel trapped. the certain people i can and can't talk to because the past spoke to them. the same old stereo types sticking out like sour thumbs. i can't even touch depression because of my never ending interest in this world. my head keeps spinning ideas that gotta stop.