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