day to day, the world passes me by
without a trace of attention, "might as well die"
said so easily, what does it really mean?
release me from this place, no, nevermind, keep
me going until i pass away, to another place
that might treat me the right way, the grace
of angels won't serve me well, it's hard
to guard against demons when they have their spells
sing it out, slog, logs pile up on my chest
slog, dogs will never have rest
slog, pogs in the chat till i slam my head against the desk
slog, bogs me down, i know i'll breath not once, unless
you take me from the water, lift me into peace
then, maybe then, my emotions will cease