Monotony: A stream of Unconcious-ness

sick of the monotony

It's just monotony, sick of the search for autonomy

Tired of the rat race, I'm in need of an anomaly

The radio speaks; "Play the lotto,"

"It's your best chance in life at being rich."

F**k work, smoke weed

That's the motto of the month...b***h

Sick of potholes, smoke a whole bunch of pot

Until I get sick

Because life isn’t a b***h, life's a bloody aching cyst

My heads flooded lately with

Thoughts of grungy naked chicks, thoughts of money hungry tics

Sucking bloody bacon bits

I'm making mince meat out of dingy sheep

While smoking paper ships

All this monotony has gotten me so f*****g shaking pissed

Not raking chips, I'm making always shrinking, sinking gobs of spit

My bank account is full of copper men and measly little bits

I spend my leisure eating people who are needing 'theaton' meters

I need a half an ounce of reefer and a f*****g schnapps liter

Just to calm my damn neurons, I'm surrounded by morons

 Got my boss, talking about cost

But now I'm lost in thoughts of ripping off his head

Just like a plastic Pringles top, 

I'm sick of working for some smirking slimy grimy f*****g person

Sick of being walked all over like a rug that's made by Persians

I'm in need of a conversion, reversion back to simple version

There are microchips and scientists behind the blood red curtains

Plus there's alchemists and ethicists behind all the diversion

My enthusiasm’s curved, but now my truly ravaged nerves

Got me feeling like a blue and saddened bird

These blackened words are stacking in my mind 

Like packaged additives and sedatives

The sediments of regiments of selfish sneaky pigs

I'm feeling like a creaky bridge, about to topple in a ditch

All this monotony has got me screaming

"Someone off me quick!"