Stone cold sober

I stand here stone cold sober

And yet I still cant make my eyes

Focus on the future

I must have crossed too many lines

Or told too many lies

And now I’m finding it hard

To keep my feet on the beaten track

I can dream myself to sleep

But I’m always wide-awake

And the avenging angels

Refuse point blank to cut me any slack

If I had known

That this was the path my life was going to take

I would have put a back up plan in place

Maybe then I could have taken on the world

In the counting house the rich keep getting richer

They tell us not to bite the hand that feeds

They keep trying to convince us

To give them our vote

But all they wield is broken promises

And we are the ones

That ends up choking on the lies

They surround themselves

With the trappings of the rich

They tell us

We are all in it together but all we do

Is walk down endless corridors knocking on doors

In search of our destiny

But it’s like a record when it’s stuck in the groove

And it just repeats, repeats, repeats

So you give it a nudge and it jumps forward

Missing out an entire section

It’s a bit like life

When you take a long hard look at yourself

And ask, ‘how did I get here?