The alarm clock feels like knives in my brain For a long time | The Boyz

The alarm clock feels like knives in my brain
For a long time I keep lying beneath my blanket
Thinking, imagining, yeah, I'm even fantasizing
About a future, a future far away from this hell
My breakfast is yet another beer, to be able to go back to sleep
Tomorrow is cancelled, in lack of interest
Another beer to get away, slowly disappear
Wither into the shadows, the hidden void within my head
I report sick for the rest of my life, and choose total isolation
My tomorrow is cancelled, in lack of interest...