In our moments of weakness
We seek comfort in our own doom
It all becomes a blur, all is fast forward.
You start to become an automation of
Your boring idiosyncrasies.
We had the capacity of change
But we went astray in our obsession with hope
We have the tool of thoughts
But we have destroyed it with our greed.
Drunk in power he seek comfort,
In his own oblivion.
With an empty life and a full cup
We drink our traumas and for a moment,
Everything feels alright.
Cheers.