Therapy?
Why Turbulence?
I thought there'd be a point to all thisSomeday it would all make senseStill waiting there's nothing yetI have everything I needFood, shelter, familyPeople that love meRoutine, habits, our daily ritualsDeaden perceptionWork, leisure, blank eyed ambition(Where's this going?)Big black hooded perambulatorBirth was the death of meBig black hooded perambulatorRunning red lights to the cemeteryGradually I started to feelAll the absurdityPut me in a minor keyBreath snags in my chestWords get left unsaidLeaving me feel, well... helplessRoutine, habits, our daily ritualsSongtexteDeaden perceptionWork, leisure, blank eyed ambition(Where's this going?)Big black hooded perambulatorBirth was the death of meBig black hooded perambulatorRunning red lights to the cemeteryToday is the first day of the rest of your liteTell that to your liver, tell that to your ex-wifeRoutine, habits, our daily ritualsDeaden perceptionWork, leisure, blank eyed ambition(Where's this going?)Big black hooded perambulatorBirth was the death of meBig black hooded perambulatorRunning red lights to the cemeteryBig black hooded perambulatorBirth was the death of meBig black hooded perambulator
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