Staring at a blank slate

Reaching out for nothing

But cycling through the process

Consistently, obsessively

In an attempt to avoid any kind of forward motion

I wish I could tell you why

But I'm unaware

Unaware of the motivation

I don't want help, I don't want to move

The act of physical combat

The only thing that remotely excites me

Enough to leave my quarters

Day in and day out

Expecting nothing

Wanting nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Expecting nothing

Wanting nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Expecting nothing

Wanting nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Stereotypical enough to laugh at the concept

That the only temporary relief to this weight

Is the adrenaline rush from having your life choked from your body

Get me on the road so I can live again

Get me on the road so I can live again

Get me on the road so I can live again

Get me on the road so I can live again