Well, it's five to eight boy, you're way too late. Without a backup plan on how to reach your fate. You overrate your mental state, but as the case might be you know your ways to escape. As the world is turning smaller, you and your life is getting larger. The pile of skeletons is growing taller. Pick up your life and walk! And now you drink yourself to sleep and now you don't care at all, you found nothing worth living for. Laziness and desperation. I bet you proud of that combination. Blaiming everything else, but you don't even dare to take a look at yourself. Pick up your life and walk! Pick up your life and walk! And you got... Empty thoughts in every corner. Settle your eyes. Settle your tounge.