It don't look right
In broad day light
It don't feel right
to me
If you win the rat race
If you come in first place
Then a rat is all you will be
How long will this take?
How long must I wait?
My heart is sinking
What were we thinking?
I can't fake this anymore
In this moment
of atonement
can you ever forgive me?
Is there something hovering?
It seems to be governing
everything once dear to me
