This song is part of the "Strings Attached" album by Snotegel ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday,.. man, a typical fucking one World spinning, no time for fun, to tired to run My algorithm, a depression sandwich, can’t look away, can’t switch Mind racing, heart glitch, caught in a global bitch This thing, a whole mess, i degress No peace, no rest, just stress, we status obsessed The weight of the world, heavy burden, a misspelled curse Just trying to make it through this verse by verse Stuck on the couch, phone in hand, a silent quest Failing to protest, the jest that tells you whats best Another talking threat, another crisis, promisses to test The misleading shout, the experts doubt, what we all about? Just static, no clarity, a infinite round a bout Head spinning, facts thinning Truth twisting, futures grinning This thing, a whole mess, i degress No peace, no rest, just stress, we status obsessed The weight of the world, heavy burden, a misspelled curse Just trying to make it through this verse by verse Monday used to be simpler, right? Or maybe I’m just trippin’ Now every headline’s a punch, my focus slippin’ For something real, something solid, a stable ground But it’s quicksand out there, no solid sound to be found
