Oblivion - Book
I want a world that does not spin, one that lets all the problems in. I fell asleep with the TV on, my dreams got messed up, and that's not all. I bought a ticket for a quick train, but it never came, no spacious skies, no waves of grain, but some freak with a two wheel cycle said he's going far. I took a ride in his sidecar. But I don't want it, a day that seems like all the rest. Who wants to get out just to take a break, to make an escape? I don't want it. I'm disillusioned by the way people do their jobs today. My friends are strange, but they get things done with a razor blade and a pair of gloves. I found a way to break the chain with a new game, felt no pain. Now it's working, but the frowning face is on the people who inspired me in the first place. 'Cos you can't take it, your little world soaked in my piss. Who wants to waste their time on hate and rage, to embrace their age? I can't stand it. Sometimes you've got to do it by and for yourself. So in the end, another trend sees friends wearing sweaters again. I guess it's over, and I try to see if can forget them as well as they've forgotten me. I bought a ticket for a quick train, but it never came. I gave up hope an that campaign. Your little hole with your life in sync, because environment has come and stifled your instinct. But I don't want it, a day that seems like all the rest. Who wants to get out just to take a break, to make an escape? But I don't want it, a day that seems like all the rest. Who wants to get out just to take a break, to make an escape?
