Routine

You can tell that earth is a living hell
When your home feels like a prison cell
The steel that locks you inside the cage
Are bars of routine, habit, and age

Brush my teeth, dress after I wake
Work, eat, sleep - There’s no escape
I crawl, I walk, I jog, I run
This day ends onto yet another one

Life is not a mirror for our coming death
In which day in and out we lie in beds
Of dirt and gravel, rock and sand
Just to be apart of this earth again

I beg listeners to come kidnap me
It’s less worse then this complacency!

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY