It’s late, another day is gone

Sun rose in east just to set on

The horizon in the west

Life and death abreast but the rest is best

When lights are off and away

And I sleep until the next day

Only to continue my endless cycle

Relive my self-inflicted trifle

Just feel stifled so detraction

From my pain is my distraction

My existence a fraction of my desire

No sight of hire and relentlessly tired

Of the fire of rage, so I turn the page

To find the cage closed and soaked in rain

Run my finger round the drain

Just a withered daisy chain

Crumpled, crushed and dead

Suck up exasperated draining sweat

Stick to safe bets in an endless debt

To the marching band of time

No reason and no rhyme is his or hers or mine

To make heads or tails of

Eventually the mind just trails off

Down the staircase, through the doorway

Wall one, wall two, wall three, wall four

One two three four walls

Down and out revolving door

And do it all again and again

Again forever more

Again and again forever more

Forever more, still playing the game

Again, again, forever more.