NOTHING MOVES.

And the second hand is marching on

The shade of day remains at grey

The bed ain`t made till after noon

The apathy is here to stay.

The chains of silence turn my head

Commands are never filled

All my words appear so dead

I guess I`m over-killed.

Nothing moves...

Nothing to lose but me

Nothing moves...

Am I a statue of liberty ?

Yes the day is slow so slow to move

I guess I`m one more victim

And the day has not one thing to prove

I`m a failure of the system.