THINGS WILL BE BETTER IN CALIFORNIA wishing away your luck when will it end how will you know that it's gone if nothing changes deafening, isn't it? the sound of your life crumbling down around you no one hears it clench your fist around your helplessness and keep on squeezing you don't lack for sense... dashing your head against the street just comes easy because THAT'S what you are not what you've done or what you've made "WORK" means nothing it's how we justify our wasted time and defend our cruel minds wishing away your life when will it end all of your words are dead