First entry of the date: February 15 Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door The fridge has been obsolete for weeks Two took my shortcut through the switchyard last night Neither made it past the "T" They didn't make the fence, so they fed the rats And I'm surprised it wasn't me No opportunity The outside world is an empty space And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place Forth entry of the week, a grim repeat: Continuation of a eulogy Belly full of bock, fit to embalm, don't wanna talk Or leave this head, let alone this house No opportunity The outside world is an empty space And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place 'Cause past the lunacy, there's bravery At least, I think a bit If all this sh** is such a comedy, Let me in on the skit Stuck in the skull Final entry: February 15 Stuck in the skull Stir-crazy in a daze Home to wake from a dream