the asphalt is leaning on me just like a mountain.
the pressure is building and i’m... well i'm exhausted.
i know... that no one is trying. well it's not a secret.
i know you know there is nowhere to go.
i’m sleeping in a basement; it’s cold and... well it's undusted.
the pictures are hanging; they're on my walls just like a guillotine.
i know...
laying down here trying to think of nothing,
i know you know there is nowhere to go.