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(Unfinished, unimportant.)

He drags himself out of bed and the sun says hello
It's been up for hours and it's ready to go
But he doesn't want to begin the day
Just wishes the hangovers will fade away
Now he gets to face the same dead-end existence
With no aspiration in a sick world of lies
Guzzles caffeine to break sleep's resistance
Starts his day with blood-shot eyes

Lives in a world of his own secret choosing
In a world of his own secret dreams
A dead-end soul in a story of hope
And it's allthe same in different degrees

Off to a dead-end job
Has to pay the bills
Blow some more on his druggie thrills
Never does for himself, always does for others
Nobody notices like he's undercover
In a dead-end relationship where the laughter is gone
The cold settles in and the battle is on
Slowly he fills with long suppressed rage
Waiting like a beast still trapped in his cage