Dysfunctional Hours

Welcome to the boiling point,

You've got a lot to fucking learn.

Experience by dysfunctional hours,

I've seized my apparent.

In progress of getting nowhere,

I catch a glimpse of prosperity.

And I've got this feeling that eats me up inside

I was told to believe in but all I do is hide

So I lose the fight like so many times before

This feeling, eats me up inside

In the valley of the compressed

there's no room for errors

Fighting me, the negative, the less I see

room for the nothingness

Need, something to, build on

but I find nothing at all.

And I've got this feeling that eats me up inside

I was told to believe in but all I do is hide

So I lose the fight like so many times before

This feeling, eats me up inside

Whatever is hiding in the dark,

come forward, show yourself,

I need, to make up the consequence

You've got, what I need.

And I've got this feeling that eats me up inside

I was told to believe in but all I do is hide

So I lose the fight like so many times before

This feeling, eats me up inside