crunchtime

it´s crunchtime baby
this live is what i can´t take anymore
24 fucking seven a rat competition
theese fucking lungs are bleeding
this fucking throat´s gone sore
surrounded by shadows of what
might once had been human
i follow a lost path day in and day out
walking not dancing in bloodsoaked shoes
i keep asking myself
what is this shit about?
what is this shit about?

tell me, tell me, tell me
What is this shit about?
where in this mess is the door that says exit
take me by the hand, show me the way out

lately i´m wearing my shades day and night
so noone happens to ask about my weary eyes
lately i´m wearing my shades all night
to black out this life that i despise