Symptoms Lyrics

It's tragic

My very fabric weaves me home

To rest my laurels

I'll choke on pearls

From every oyster in this world

I'm stoned

Cold sober

But getting closer

With books on tape

I'm solving all great problems of the late

Modern ape

And the air that we breathe

It is toxic

And the books now on shelves

They are garbage

And it seems without love

I am nothing

I'm remembering dreams

One day I'll die

And I will leave nothing behind

Beside

The earth I move

As lasting proof

I ever was alive

Baby

I'm batshit crazy

And you can't save me

I crave to be

The make-believe

You made me out to be

So I work all day

And for nothing

So our families are spared

By our earnings

Bought a box for the wall

Full of garbage

Oh, how it smells

I close my eyes

I try to sleep

My soul to keep

I lie awake

I took my time

I hurried up

The choice was mine to make