Immobile
Atrox Trauma
So I cannot get to anywhere
Under my feet the ground is mire
I don’t think it will change
I used to believe, but I’ve grown up
I forget what has gone
What good is coming, not coming here
not coming here, what good is coming
I don’t believe what you are saying
You think something else
I don’t believe what I’m hearing
You are cheating me
I don’t believe what I’m seeing
You are misleading me
I’m paranoid, I don’t believe anything
I’m suspicious, I don’t trust anything
I’m paranoid, I don’t believe in anyone
I’m suspicious, I don’t trust in anyone
There’s no yes, there’s no no, just maybe exists
There’s no light, there’s no dark, just haze exists
There’s no white, there’s no black, just grey exists
There’s no joy, there’s no pain, just stolidity exists