Todd Worked As A Barber Once

Meant to work, lack of motivation
Waiting for a change, that will never happen
Minutes turn to hours,
hours turn to days
And all you can get out of a day,
is the knowledge of being a nobody
Minutes turn to hours,
and hours turn to days

Buried alive in a zombie society,
trapped in a cage called life.

Time goes by so slowly,
you did nothing important
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to years
You passed the edge of existence
a long time ago.

Head home only to start anew
the next day.
Minutes turn to hours,
hours turn to days
And all you can get out of a day
is the knowledge of being a nobody.



Credits
Writer(s): Port Of Call, Ryan Wunderlin
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