The Loop

Am I really all alone
Or is it just post-modern-boredom?

Frustration, isolation get upper hand and tension
Pulls me into a dark black hole
The clock is ticking, days go by
In slow motion and I
Find myself in an endless loop
Of meaninglessness and fear

Is life worthless in the end?
Or is it just a fucking test
Which everybody loses
Because in the end is only time the winner

Frustration, isolation get upper hand and tension
Pulls me into a dark black hole
The clock is ticking, days go by
In slow motion and I
Find myself in an endless loop
Of meaninglessness and fear

Frustration, isolation get upper hand and tension
Pulls me into a dark black hole
The clock is ticking, days go by
In slow motion and I
Find myself in an endless loop
Of meaninglessness and fear



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Pinger
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