appear distracted

the only way to move on

so much to flee from

lets call me bitter and old

250 milligrams of escape

more weeks of tv

as someone forgets my name

a brand new diet

a weeks vacation i saved

i'd better settle for settling

in you'll see me happy

when all the bastards are dead

when counting heartbeats

means i am still alive

and all of a sudden this

insight crashes down

i'm all out of memories

they somehow wore out

who watches watchmen?

who takes control of your life?

so much to choose from

that i've got no choices left

stay well-behaved and

be good looking when you mourn

all with a surface

but certainly no within talk of progression no matter how hard you try

this disillusion will most likely get you too

you'll see me happy when all the bastards are dead

when counting heartbeats means i've not given in