How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, three
I’m desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I’m surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life’s like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shit