Ken Mode - Batholith lyrics

Awaking to half-clogged sinuses and That familiar feeling in my guts Variations on a recurrent theme Could exhaustion be the cause of my Gastrointestinal predicament? Or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke, I choke down This morning, every morning Towels to bruised shins And a crisp shirt later The road is taken Finely prepared sustenance In the hopes that if I prepare it with care The gurgles in my belly will finally cease Too tired from the old routine, too tired, too tired A firm belief is placed in the fact That coffee is all that gets me through Or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke, I choke down This morning, every morning Towels to bruised shins And a crisp shirt later The road is taken To a numbing punchline Spinning my wheels Until the week draws to a close Rinse, repeat Waiting for the snow to fall Or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke, I choke down This morning, every morning Towels to bruised shins And a crisp shirt later The road is taken