Dead End Talking

I don't care

I don't care anymore

Isn't that horrific wasn't giving a s**t the last open door

Out of this abstraction that they label as 'worthwhile'

I used to run with grace but tell me how does one crawl a mile

Without a destination

Without orientation

With all this hesitation

And just aggravation

Cause all I hear is dead end talking

And all I see is bulls**t walking on and on

He paused for a short while he's got both hands in his face

You know I can't put my anger in a productive place

It would be easier to do so if I could only grasp its source

But when aggresion meets self loathing they become the strongest force

Got no destination

No orientation

All this hesitation

And just aggravation

And all I hear is dead end talking

And all I see is bulls**t walking on and on