Hotel Abyss

It's become more than a wicked game
It calls to me audibly first thing when I get up in the morning, see?
Drawing me into the lobby
Of the Hotel Abyss
In the depths of the abyss
Motivation gets pissed up the wall there

For time I stall there
For things that don't bear stalling over
Run the risk of falling over
As I did once before
I'm sure the audience enjoyed the hoi polloi of physical comedy in all of it's boringness

At least I'm done point-scoring this game between myself and the opposite sex
X-ray specs are exposing your cowardice
Now as it happens they're sitting on my brow

As I clink the chalice of the hotel manager
And let me tell you, he's a hell of a character
And he wants you to know he's no different to you though
His human condition's a heavy load beneath his skin and bones, He goes

"The inconspicuous arrival of genius is over in a second
If you let it scurry into the nettles" ya cheeky devil
It revels and develops in the incubus of very sad days, well I guess thats the
Way of the world, no art without suffering
Muttering affirmations on the daily commute
I don't know about you but I'll be glad when the machine stops
I'll be in the kitchen watching popcorn pop

So come and jump in the back of my truck, or get mowed the fuck over by progress in the process

Oh these? they're my critical faculties strapped to my backpack for easy access in times of need
Cuddling up to the befuddling stuff
I thought as much, another hobbyist foraging for dopamine nuts
The climax is a wrestling match between me and my self-talk
I thought I taught you your lesson last time you wicked swine
Life defined by the two or three times that I found victory in a sea of adversity