Debacle

Wash the sleep stained eyes that gaze upon my face.

Watch this week’s headlines that rage across my page.

DEBACLE

Urge my car in line to find the waiting space.

Merge my mind into the grind, that’s my day.

It’s a debacle,

When you’re feeling that the life you are living is losing its taste.

And you’re spinning your wheels and you feel that you’re losing the race.

And your friends don’t mind ya feeling oh so low.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

Where tomorrow lies will be, our new day.

Pain and sorrows cries released, on our way.

Get back home in time, to find, it’s getting late.

Seems I’ve grown too fond of night’s long embrace.

Where tomorrow lies will be, our new day.

Pain and sorrows cries released, on our way.

Head of laurels lie I reach on this day.

Babes in mortal ties are we, on this day.

WE CRY

IN VAIN

Why don’t we feel the shame?

MY WORLD

THIS TIME.

This life’s been redesigned.

Emi novelty song with sound effects I had made myself.

popping sounds, water heater claning etc....

Basically, again, the message about looking around and appreciating the worlsd we live in.

And to try not getting hung up in the daliy grind of work, school, sleep, eat and work etc...