I've been missing you, Life
You change like the seasons
In how much time I've wasted
It was a matter of time before I was wasted
The drunken bargaining with myself
For a better tomorrow

Into entry levels
A means to an end
To the point of meaningless ends
To consume and acquire all
Everything just becomes like echoes in a hall

What's behind the right door?
I know my heart beats the path
But where do I drop the four on the floor?
I'm always running with someone else's song

Living in harmony
Was always wishful thinking
But hope is a helluva drug
I'll self-medicate with what's right for me
Relocate my mind's wiring
To wire tap reconditioning

I just need to be restimulated
Desensitized by the mundane
Monday through Fridays
Into an unfulfilling 9-5
Cubicle anti-life

Burning the candle at both ends
Trying to find the fire inside