The Act of Living

I can feel the thrum of fatigue

In every single person I see

Every move steeped in malaise

The act of living is a dangerous game

Oh life is a death cult

What are you supposed to behold

When life is a death cult

Diet Cola on my tongue

The empty streets I can't afford to run on

Make up your mind, show your chagrin

Can we get it right, this claim we're staking?

Every move steeped in malaise

The act of living is a dangerous game

Oh life is a death cult

What are you supposed to behold

When life is a death cult

What do I do for a sense of belonging?

And can I cobble together the dregs?

How long can I stare at myself in the mirror?

Day after day and I beg and I beg

I want to affect my eyesight with a vision

I want to let my mind flower grow

I want to feel like that logic is a given

I want to race against, race against

Nightmares and hard times and lifetimes

Bad things that I can control

Ohh