Cubicle Letra

nothing feeling fit. i can't cope with everyday life for long. i can feel and hear clocks beating. not sure what to spend these last moments on but i know for sure that nothing will ever work. i'm kinda failing at everything in slow motion. i hear words trying to get me out of this in slow motion i hear words. i don't want this living in me. this will die with me, forever it will live. this confusion, this inner conflict shouldnt be what it is but it seems to late to kill it now.