Drain

Heavy head
Dead end days
Single bed
Pointless chase
With my head held high
As another year goes by

Dance along
To the chainsaw song
With my head held high
As a whole life passes by
Somewhere in the shades of backburnt toast
I think I caught a slight fluorescent glow
A different colour-spectra than I know
But I'm not too sure
Cause somewhere behind my tired eyes
A tiny streak of magic slowly dies
Beneath my grey day to day routines
Of TV dreams

Brain-fed
Entertained
Blinded and soul-drained
Like a drugged ape stuck
On a rollercoaster ride
In front of the telly
Hopefully dreaming of the things
I might have been
Of all the places I have never seen
And never will
My living room satellite and I
Together on a pseudo trip tonight
Anonymous dreamless sleep on screen
My TV dream

Heavy head
Dead end days
Single bed
Pointless chase