Knew I would burn out
At some point it’s inevitable
Lack of inspiration
Or desire
No stumble and fall,
Nor inexorable decline
But the warm drowning blanket of effort
A morass of indolence
Just float here and fail
Knew I would burn out
At some point it’s inevitable
Lack of inspiration
Or desire
No stumble and fall,
Nor inexorable decline
But the warm drowning blanket of effort
A morass of indolence
Just float here and fail
