Willy Lowman

Like the others I walk through
A zombie land that rushes too
Nowhere... a place they don't want to be
Somewhere... a place they think they should be
And I'm alone
While I question my throne
While I doubt my divinity
And I seek some serenity
While I question the infinity
And I wonder why I walk this daily grind

Never able to catch a break
With a back bent out of shape
All they do is take
And all I do is fake it
No hope for the hopeless
Can't find self in soulless work

So some days I walk with a frown
And push my way through an angry crowd
That slams doors... in somewhere they don't want to be
And stands bored... awaiting return to family
And I'm alone
Staring blankly into the grey
Wondering if I'll ever find my way
Away from the grind
And into the shine
Away from the mindless
And into the timeless
Away from the dark
To find my spark
When will my life start

Never able to catch a break
With a back bent out of shape
All they do is take
All I do is fake it
No hope for the hopeless
Can't find self in soulless work

Delusions as solutions and I'm losing it in this confusion
Delusions as solutions and I'm losing it in this confusion
And I'm alone
And I'm alone

While I question my throne
While I doubt my divinity
And I seek some serenity
While I question the infinity
And I wonder why I walk this daily grind

Never able to catch a break
With a back bent out of shape
All they do is take
All I do is fake it
No hope for the hopeless
Can't find self in soulless work