Living every day just like the last A carbon copy of recent past If you're the living dead you might as well be dead You're going nowhere you pathetic piece of shit.
Your running out of time, We are all running out of time. Fuck!
Digging your own grave.
Trudge and trudge, along the murky bottom Looking for what you will never find You will never be content at mind You are an endless cycle of misery Regret caving in on you miles deep.