Dystopia

In a soaked chaiselong
Barely awake by a buzzing fridge
I find myself clinging to a 45 I don't know where I got it
So bizarrely confusing...

What am I waiting out?
Is my existence simply lost on me?
Could it be I made these monsters?
Could it be I've lost my mind?

It's such a feeble excuse
But just hear me out
If you've felt the gloom
In all your doubts
Turning a nonentity and
Someone points the direction
All you need is to follow

In this unheard-of town
To where I was guided
By some mental soul
Paralysed, debilitated
Fighting hard to clear my mind

This phobia
This phobia ends me
Dystopia
My hopes are descending
Into apathy
So let go of me
Show some sympathy
For me

It's a vicious fate
Changeless and fierce
Once you had that brew
You're lost in fear
Hiding in a jungle
Every night and day
It's a trial
Touching down on the deep end
And stocking up on Heinz
Crippling your Mountain Dew
Turn the telly on
Devoting hours, fighting through it
Just a way to carry on

This phobia
This phobia ends me
Dystopia
My hopes are descending
Into apathy
So let go of me
Show some sympathy
For me

Into apathy
So let go of me
Show some sympathy
For me



Credits
Writer(s): Henning Skogh, Dag Brandth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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