• We're in a rut,
    never leaving.
    Life passes us
    as we walk in circles
    This is the world
    Shades of gray
    flashes of white
    blotches of black
    bleak and monotone
    This is the world
    As day becomes night,
    and we turn to run,
    there's no escaping
    the door is locked
    This is the world
    and still
    im okay
    with chilling out today