Permanent Condition

I've got this sinking suspicion that this condition is permanent
And every ambition is just a split in this firmament, I must admit

I'm feeling ripe with intention but no will to proceed
So I feign circumvention as the world spins my feet
And as the years trickle slowly, my life passes by
As the grey starts to show me what my nightmare's imply
And the rain hits the windows in the house of my mind
And the day marches slowly away into the night

I've got this confirmed suspicion that this condition is permanent
And every rendition is just a crack in this instrument
That I can't quit



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