Another morning and my feet hit the floor,
Still half alseep as I slump out the door
I am now the zombie I swore I'd never become,
I try to give a fuck but it's the same shit over again.
Over and over again.

Seconds, minutes, days, months, years all blur together, leavin' me here.
We put up with this bullshit only just to survive.
But are we even living?
Or are we just stayin' alive?