in just a matter of hours, my mood has changed.
i printscanned for 4 hours and now im mentally exhausted.
if i have to do this every single Sunday of my life I will definitely lose it.
plus my hormones are playing with my emotions.
i feel like crying for no reason at all!
well, lenni will be here anytime to tune in to SIAM.
and give me pansit. that should cheer me up.
sigh.
"Six Feet Under"
No Doubt
In the morning I wake up
And in the night I sleep
Since the day that I was born
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Brought to this life
Born to this life
Where was I before?
Non-existent?
Not at all?
Will I ever know?
oday is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
Subconsciously motivated natural instinct
Alter nature for the pleasure
Orthocycline
Flirt with conception
Slow the cycle
Will the baby grow?
Social tradition interference
Control, control, control
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
I'll be dead and gone, no longer around
Spinning, spinning
Before I can recall
All the unknown chemicals
Control the cycle
The successive generations
From dust to dust
Burying my grandma
Then give birth to my own daughter
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
Today is my birthday
And I get one every year
And some day...
Hard to believe
But I'll be buried six feet underground
I'll be dead and gone, no longer around
I'll be buried six feet underground
1 comment:
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I’ve got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out
Round here,
Overground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace
Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you’re better than I wannabe
Don’t think ’cos I understand,
I care, don’t think ’cos I’m talking we’re friends,
Overground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace
Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time’s never cheap
I fake my life like I’ve lived
Too much, I take whatever you’re given
Not enough,
Overground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace
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