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Pulley

Four Walls

 

Four Walls

(album: Esteem Driven Engine - 1996)


Four walls I know too well,
Silence is disturbing, it reminds me I'm alone.
Procrastination, gotta get my shit together,
Gotta go out and get a life of my own.

I'll call my friends, they all work
Too many hours in the day.
Pick up my pen, I try to write
Still I've got nothing to say.

I watch TV 'til it's the end of me,
Is there anything more?
Come eight-o-clock and I'm out that door
Just another night of nothing,
Like the nothing before.

The TV set it occupies my wasted time,
Until anxiety it finds me and it starts to get me down.
So I sit here and I sink a little deeper
I am crippled by security that keeps me safe and sound.

The TV set my only friend
My artificial sun, on for hours on end.
My window on a world, I just don't see
My simulcast life of monotony
New generation future's in my hands,
Infrared remotes obeying my commands.
Another night of nothing,
Just like the nothing before.

I got no ties that'll bind still I can't make up my mind,
I've got no place to go, that I can leave this place behind
Neurosis starts to breed, I can feel it eating me,
Another visit from my old friend anxiety.
I get up, walk away, then I'm reminded while I stay.
I got no place to go that I can end all this dismay,
The couch is like quicksand, the floor is like tar,
The TV sucks me in, and assures I won't get far.

Hands on a clock and they're going backwards,
Hands on a clock and they're going backwards,
Hands on a clock and they're going backwards,
Hands on a clock and they're going backwards,

Another night of nothing, like the nothing before.
Another night of nothing, like the nothing before.
Another night of nothing, like the nothing before.
Another night of nothing, like the nothing before.

Four walls I know too well,
Silence is disturbing, it reminds me I'm alone.

done

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