Dead End Talking
"i don't care. i don't care anymore.
isn't that horrific? wasn't giving a shit the last open door
out of this abstraction that they label as 'worthwhile'
i used to run with grace, but tell me how does one crawl a mile?
without a destination,
without orientation,
with all this hesitation,
and just aggravation
cause all i hear is dead end-talking
and all i see is bullshit walking on and on"
he paused for a short while, he's got both hands in his face.
"you know, i can't put my anger in a productive place.
it would be easier to do so, if i could only grasp its source,
but when aggresion meets self-loathing they become the strongest force
got no destination,
no orientation,
all this hesitation,
and just aggravation
and all i hear is dead end-talking
and all i see is bullshit walking on and on"