VERSE 1
Every day the gravity grew stronger/
his sentence to the floor grew longer/
in a realm of cumstains, spider webs/
he surfs it like a fly, naive to what danger is/
he's the future, crippled by the past/
watching sitcoms, desprate for a laugh/
slight smirks at best, as he let his lips rest/
no mask to put on, no need to fail another test/
hit 50, and the last drop of whisky/
with a small limp dick, he no longer felt frisky/
a flabby carcass drinks ashes from an ashtray/
within tongue distance of where his body lay/
liquid was ironically replenishing/
completely opposite to the life he was inventing/
what does he live for, trapped on that floor/
doesn't even go to sleep, in and out of micro sleep/
he forgot how to speak, mind clouded in dust/
as he left every thought t' slowly build rust/
tangled in the crumbs of food pellets he ate/
his beard told the story, the length of his fate/
today it went grey but he couldn't care/
returned to the laptop with a transfixed glare/
scouring the internet for any distraction/
reaffirming the belief, this is satisfaction/


hook: (wait 4)
But you don't know how safe it is.../
This is more than mere laziness.../
I really hope you can't relate to this.../
But if you can....../
You don't know how safe it is.../
This is more than mere laziness.../
I Really hope you can't relate to this.../
But if you can....../
Wait 4

Verse 2
Locked to reality by a dirty window pane/
He opens crusty eyes to see them dancing in the rain/
Wanted them to go away, to leave him out of existence/
to be secluded, content, with physical indifference/
he knew it was wrong.../
remember back in the day, mum said 'stay strong'/
'thingsll get better, as ya get older'/
but as time passed, only other kids became bolder/
growin to what he hates, to what he can't relate/
melancholy escape, relegate to outer space/
this world could end, and yet he would stay/
trapped on the floor, by Newton's first law/
static, erratic, only in though emotion/
the last bit living dreams t' make some motion/
to take a minds moment, no truth suppressed/
imagine standin up, splittin seems, gettin dressed/
no chance before, everything would change/
as the world came smashing through his dirty window pane/
and so it came dressed in business suits/
no face, no name, those details don't compute/
if you don't follow suit, ya gonna be reformed/
cleaned with the rest, with the filth on the floor/
taken everything, til ya have no more/
thrown to the streets, victims of class war/
hook: (wait 4)