I'm Acquainted With Procrastination (4 Track Cassette Recording from 1996)

Counting the hours of another wasted day
And I'm just like you and it scares others away

I'm acquainted with procrastination
I'm familiar with its wicked lies
I don't want to know my destination
I know when I'm being victimized

This is my home
A place where no other man can roam
It's painted black and has no day

Seems like my words are wasted again
'Cause I thought you'd listen but you're just dead

One swift motion makes an incision
It cuts the ties that bind me helplessly
Unique in theory can start religion
It's probably why my souls rejecting me

Waiting for someone or something to tell me why
I'm going down



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Louis Villani
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