Don't Wanna Be Here

by Gator Pit

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lyrics

There is no way to know

When I’ll be home

The job is done the hands are slow

Pick up the pace clean up this place

There is nowhere to go

When I’m alone

The hellish feelings start to grow

Day turns night

And things don’t seem so bright

I’m waking up

My mind is frozen

Pouring a cup

A mourning person

Don’t wanna be here

Cut me outta line

Another dead end

Now I’m outta time

I’m out of time

Haven’t lived a life

Waiting for my death

Build another’s wealth

At your own expense

Corporal punishment

You are a conformist

It’s a stagnant surprise

Amounts to nothing

It’s the monotonous strife

Sit down

Pay attention

Stand

Unable to describe what was just read

Over and over and over again

Starting to pretend that I comprehend

Practiced illusion until it all ends

I’m waking up

My mind is frozen

Pouring a cup

A mourning person

Don’t wanna be here

Cut me outta line

Another dead end

Now I’m outta time

I’m out of time

I’ll do better when I’m at home

Scream in my ear hide in my room

Watch that paint dry

Pray for angels

Don’t watch me cry

Mood unstable

Delusions of grandeur im the king of my own world

Accept evil as standard this concept now becomes pearled

It’s a product of environment

Who is to blame

But society

Who is to blame