Fake Leather Chair

Sitting naked on my fake leather chair
Playing this predictable song
"But the rhythm's kind of fun"
I miss creativity
Lack of productivity, I
Suffer from inactivity

And I've got all these projects going on yet I can't follow
Running out of ideas my originality is close to none
But I still don't think that I've the earn
The right to whine about my own
I just need to find what really turns me on

I'm losing the fight against my mind
When I shouldn't try so hard to break the binds
I only want to cut out of my skin
Burning from within

I really need to get out, way out of here
Before I fall in disbelief
"I need some kind of relief"
There's just so many thing that I should be doing right now but I
Can't find no good reasons to try

I'm starting to become more and more, more and more numb
Proceeding aimlessly my energy has no outcome
Living by mechanical actions to fulfill my needs
So far from cerebral serenity

I'm losing the fight against my mind
When I shouldn't try so hard to break the binds
I only want to cut out of my skin
Burning from within

I'm no more I am no more
No more am I trying to fill the void
I am no more I am no more
No more am I trying to fill the void
I am no more I am no more
No more am I trying to escape the void
I am no more I am No more
No more am I trying to escape the void

Things that used to make so much sense
I now watch them fly, right before my eyes
I can't feel what makes me real
I'm just drifting by, frozen in time
When others carry on with their lives

Sitting wasted on my fake leather chair
Wasting my time as time goes on
"I just can't quite get it on"

I need to make a change
To change what makes me purposeless
To find a way out of this mess
Because answers sometimes cannot be found
At the bottom of a bottle
If you find my motivation
"Leave a call to the number below!"
Calling for anyone out there who cares
I could use a little bit of help
I just need to start working on myself

I'm losing the fight against my mind
When I shouldn't try so hard to break the binds
I only want to cut out of my skin
Burning from within
Within my soul I know that I'm wrong
That I need to change what makes me scrape along
If I can find a way to make impulse increase
Then I'll finally find some peace