The Old Dead Tree

Everyday Life

Wake up.

A new day has come,

Bringing new fears.

It's time to face the crowd.



Outside the sky is wearing grey,

The clothes are worn,

Colours faded away.



I wish I could stay standing.

I wish I could stay strong.

But I can't stand on my own.



Everyday life, everyday death,

A strength forever gone.

(The) outside world reveals my distress,

Dead man walking the streets

Doing a senseless job to live

Perpetual motion of fears

Buried alive : everyday life



Those feelings of confinement

Bring me down

Six feet underground



Help me

Because I can't stand upright today