Must I feel it
I can't run with you
I can't take it I can't start anew
I can't do it everyday
That's just how I'm feeling
All the time
I've been digitized
A useless suicide
Backed up waste of life
Holding onto pride
Feeling cast aside
Pain undignified
That's how I feel these days in kind
Remembering what used to lie
Culture me softly into line
Watching the cities say
Everyday
All these satellites
Beaming through my eyes
Showing me the signs
Lungs have crippled, I'm
Going through the tide
No more things to try