Blue Monday

And sometimes I think there has to be something more I feel it fester inside. But it looks like Im destined to just fall back in line. Every one of my actions seems so damn cliched has my path been predisposed. Am I just another pawn in this game? Every minutes one step closer to my last breath still I adjourn my aspirations to another day. When I look in the mirror I see my fathers sunken eyes so lost and destitute just before he dies. I cannot succumb to a world of playing it safe with halls of regret my vices cannot placate. I dont want to have to look back and say I wish I had more. Apathy never gained me a gooddamn thing. I crave more. Every minutes one step closer to my last breath. I crave more. Still I adjourn my aspirations to another day. I crave more. I want to be rewritten. Cause I dont want to have to look back and say "Make me young, make me young...." KILGORE TROUT
[ The Everything Festival Lyrics ]