paroles de chanson Destined - Buck Bowen

When the memories emerge, I wish I could laugh
Suspended in time, no skin off my back
The last man standing, but it's musical chairs
If I'm on my way to hell, I think I'll take the stairs

Climbing to the top just to get to the bottom
It's a long way down no sound from the fallen
Can't stay a float, no strength to keep swimming
Half my life in the can and the hand keeps ticking

What the fuck's the point? I don't really know
I'm probably still here cause my energy's low
I got to keep moving, but my mind disagrees
I think I'm almost out of options fighting off this disease

I've tried a lot of things, but the story's the same
It's getting harder to believe that there's more to be gained
I'm sore and in pain, but it's just the norm
Nobody sees the tears when you're standing in the storm

I should probably start taking some pills
Cause I'm at the point of picking up a cranial drill
Something's got to give, I'm running out of patience
The future's looking grim, and I'm not sure I can make it

Too much time to think
I got a hand on the wheel but not in the driver's seat
At least that's how it feels, headed for a cliff
The brakes don't work and the locks won't lift

Dipping in and out of traffic, trying to gain control
But the car's fishtailing, I'm beginning to roll
Off the side of this mountain, unless I hit a pole
But the result's just the same so it's negligible

Whatever, it's just another farewell
Full of ups and downs like an Escherian Stairwell
There is no escape
I'm destined for depression but I guess it's just my fate