The White Logic

I’m tired of living with people who are tired of living.
I guess that’s why I’m tired of living with myself, and the lack of giving.
And I’m loosing affection, giving up on finding direction.
The smell of coffee doesn’t reunite me with the day.
I feel the white logic haunting me…
Too tired to tie my noose, too tired to tie my shoes.
Sinking to the ocean floor, blinded by the hallow life.
It’s hard to see the darkness, because of lack of light.
I hear the white logic talking, whispering gently to me…
Fill the glass!
It’s empty.
I will always be there if you got the money.
And you’re sick sick sick of this city.
Wanna move out to the country.
Find yourself a good girl, forget about the rest of the world.
Come armageddon!
I’m ready!
But we’re caught in our modern world, I’m stuck in your reckless world.
Lost in your careless world, wicked world, empty world…