And the second hand is marching on
The shade of day remains at grey
The bed ain`t made till after noon
The apathy is here to stay.
The chains of silence turn my head
Commands are never filled
All my words appear so dead
I guess I`m over-killed.
Nothing moves…
Nothing to lose but me
Nothing moves…
Am I a statue of liberty ?
Yes the day is slow so slow to move
I guess I`m one more victim
And the day has not one thing to prove
I`m a failure of the system.