Lyric

Morning

I can go anywhere through the door…

It’s time to wake up, paradise is lost

My eyelids lost the battle against gravity

Happiness, justice

But I have to go now

I feel sluggish. I’m already waiting

For it to end before it even starts

Triteness ,sacrifice

But I have to go now

Flat sky

#00ff00 says go

Heading toward the traffic light

He watches the long moment pass me by

Morning

I could go anywhere through the door

Yet I walk the same road as before

Maybe I call my comfort such a chore

Morning

All sorts of things get underway like they always do

Maybe that's what makes it morning, too

The usual people

Say the usual things

People like me keep

Doing the same things I do

Be normal

Be needed

Standard issue

The rectangle moves on, right on time

The competent

The incompetent

Toward darkness

Or happiness?

Either way

Just make it quick

Don't force your body

Don't force your values

Is this compromise

Or is it desire?

Hide my flavor

Stay uneaten

Morning

I could go anywhere through the door

Yet I walk the same road as before

Maybe I call my comfort such a chore

Morning

All sorts of things get underway like they always do

Maybe that’s what makes a morning true