ken mode - batholith lyrics
awaking to half-clogged sinuses and
that familiar feeling in my guts
variations on a recurrent theme
could exhaustion be the cause of my
gastrointestinal predicament?
or do i simply loathe my daily cell that much?
i choke, i choke down
this morning, every morning
towels to bruised shins
and a crisp shirt later
the road is taken
finely prepared sustenance
in the hopes that if i prepare it with care
the gurgles in my belly will finally cease
too tired from the old routine, too tired, too tired
a firm belief is placed in the fact
that coffee is all that gets me through
or do i simply loathe my daily cell that much?
i choke, i choke down
this morning, every morning
towels to bruised shins
and a crisp shirt later
the road is taken
to a numbing punchline
spinning my wheels
until the week draws to a close
rinse, repeat
waiting for the snow to fall
or do i simply loathe my daily cell that much?
i choke, i choke down
this morning, every morning
towels to bruised shins
and a crisp shirt later
the road is taken
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