Zombie
I noticed something strange, around last night, I guess
I noticed that my insides felt like rotten flesh
On looking in the mirror I saw a broken face
My bright eyes and my smile were gone without a trace
Instead I saw a pair of empty sunken eyes
A head drooped forward, tired from too many sighs
I stumbled like a zombie away from the mirror
And sat down to wonder what exactly got me here
"How could it be?" I asked myself "That yesterday I smiled
at every single customer who walked down all the aisles?
But now, I can't conjure the will. Parts of me feel dead
There's too much love and hatred running through my little head
And though I've tried so desperately to analyze what's real
When confronted with reality, I dont know how to feel
Not long ago, I truly thought I had it figured out
But now the fork is in the road, I can't take either route."
I'm Atlas, and I must hold up the world that's mine
But I'm no god, I'm feeling my foundation grind
Around my neck, I feel the tightening of a noose
As a man, I'm only worth what I produce
Responsibilities are getting far too thick
Just thinking about my obligations makes me sick
My body's aching and my energy is sapped
I'm trapped I'm trapped I'm trapped I'm trapped I'm trapped I'm trapped.
