Survival Mode
Curiosity used to bug me all the time Too tired to learn on my own I begrudged and hang up the phone My tv killed my imagination no inspiration, no motivation lying in bed living dead It's not sloth, 'cause I tried but... I couldn't find anything to satisfy I am losing my mind Is this just a state of mind if it happens all the time? Sex is fine, just another activity to kill time Another enterprise in the dopamine free line Stuck in my mind, another night that I'll just get covered in slime An observer of my own life An empty chest for a heavy heart I am numb, completely neutral Searching for a feeling Comfortably uncomfortable 'cause I can run but I can't hide No worry, no hope Just survival mode I'm simply searching for a feeling Have I already burnt-out? Both indifferent and hopeful Just like a strong acid in water I'll dissociate.