Here we go again couch locked, undermotivated in the hotbox dreaming of a sure shot hard to make the hooves clop better yet let them hit the floor an unsociable bore who wants more but won't take it waste of time on a steady incline a feeble mind on a thin line wire walk only when the fires hot riding till the tires pop till it gets it's wires crossed lost in a frenzy running on empty Gently settled and seated feeling depleted by an overwhelming sense of defeat stuck on repeat Back on its feet looking for apathy tragically execute an identical strategy lost in actuality for new logical fallacies and false realities illusions of normality it's very puxatony Phil disappear into the hills if the shadow is revealed Couchlock… season 1 season 2 season 3 season 4 season 5 trying to survive Couchlock get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up Couchlock… season 1 season 2 season 3 season 4 season 5 barely alive Couchlock get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get the fuck up Awakened by the chime of a bell dragged by obligation through a personal hell fell face first with an insatiable thirst for lethargy free to wallow in the hollow effigy of self play the hand that's dealt or just fold in the cold stark naked and afraid dreaming of a safer spot there in the shade stuck in the gaze of the sun shine pulling the blinds To find peace sublime sleep sweet release from realities grip slippery slopes evoking uncomfortable visions of incompleted missions and decisions gone haywire straits dire from the fire to the furnace the core of the disturbance is what lies beneath the surface searching for a purpose to remain completely worthless no shirt no shoes no service more hurt less bruise just perfect Couchlock… season 1 season 2 season 3 season 4 season 5 trying to survive Couchlock get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up Couchlock… season 1 season 2 season 3 season 4 season 5 barely alive Couchlock get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get up get the fuck up

Ah . Aw damnit they're back again Likely on the usual tripping/ clock ticking wishing for more than I was equipped with less slip and more fall uncalled sprawled out gripping my doubts shrouded in missteps kept aligned by the incline of my designs and though I rarely find the time to overcompensate complicate a simple impulse to find legacy begging me to change…. the say name of the game is so simple but the execution of the plan evades me maybe it’s the struggle that will save me or maybe I've finally gone crazy {possibly maybe} Across purposes surface level defects infect an otherwise beautiful mind a suitable design finding its way to the wrong hands under the weight of raw chance moonlight devil dancing. Stuck in the pale with a propensity to fail so tastefully pick up the broken pieces gracefully and take a bow so how about it give me all the answers and I’ll still probably doubt it. Yeah it's phase 42 bit of tried and true wrapped in something totally new half chose in half frozen in place closing the distance at steady pace tracing my steps an elephant that never forgets straight trampling with an ample state of mind trying to find the next wave and leave the turbulence behind once more into the breach for the last time. the say name of the game is so simple but the execution of the plan evades me maybe it’s the struggle that will save me or maybe I've finally gone crazy {possibly maybe}

Kd I'm out my being like the speech that I speak when I'm sleep and you understand, like trying to grasp gas while it's seeping out of your hand, like trying to find a meaning that's fleeting among the damned or-the-trace of an Oasis in the heat of a desert sand Md Lost breath accosted by the thought of death diving to uncomfortable depths in excess as you digest whatever's left ready get set game match hit reset wage bets no regrets. Kd ...and it hurts till I'm weakened and can't stand, but I'm back to my feet with the curses of scorched lands on my back, as I travel the path of a warped plan, laid down as a course of my culture's enforced trance... Md an uncomfortable stance that muzzles the impulses to dance digress to enhance digest and advance into the vast expanse feeble hands outstretched to grasp at what's left. Md A minute passes like eternity days go by in the blink of an eye months fly by until the years seem to shrink as it all starts to sink the ink fades into the paper letting ideas escape into the vapor a labor lost as another turns tossed paying the cost in the sheerest exhaust facing the frostbite right as the peak is in plain sight Kd Slow creeping dreams of lived love and losses (and-the) tight to my chest strings of crossfits, stressed till my set breathing is offset, (like) overrun text screens of nonsense, blocking my stretched reach for content, nightmares filling my dream spaces with misery, draining my wake(ing) world of mystery, endless societal asymmetry, sexual gaming and fake chemistry, we exit it all and fade it to memory Kd & Md<sing> It's only but a dream unmoored from your reality untoward scenes in our sleep Kd Will I have to turn the curb on a dream deferred, of packed stadiums, resisting all the lures to the coffins they want to lay me in, labeled in long lists of chapters, fictionalized stripped and captured, played by bad actors, relegated to the edge of obscurity, sculpted to investor side security, purged of all purity, until the breath of life diminishes, laundered into sterilized images of ghettoized primitives Kd & Md <sing> It's only but a dream unmoored from your reality untoward scenes in our sleep md Lucid steps through the uncharted land a last stand with a temporary upper hand gone in a blink as the sand beneath us sinks and the time to think is long since over pluck the lucky leaf out of the clover and let the fire smoulder a day older and a dollar less simple enough to dissect electing to digress an onward push past the chaos and the mess md Push it back until the brink of collapse until the foundation cracks let the whole frame snap Kd Reels of reality shatter and open up under illusory patterns, exposing a network of cavernous lies avoidance of difficult matters Md Ready set scatter better get ready to gather the will to encompass a sensible game plan a way to engage and expand free of command Kd And live life by one's own true will, (and) flow with it's change and not stand still Md Contain enthusiasm and flea from the chasms fully revived and reset up with the go out for the get Kd Break the barriers, clear the obstacles, avoid imprisonment in standardized modules Md Find independence in settings that's more logical Morphological with methods less diabolical Kd A life well lived unfolds as an epic chronicle, a dream that enfolds life can reinscribe the possible Kd&Md <sing> It's only but a dream unmoored from your reality untoward scenes in our sleep

Lying awake thinking about mistakes taking me back to a place in time that I had to face or get gone probably in the wrong. Settling meddling conscious to conquer it I conjure up the last shred of my in disposable patients. A tad faded but well enough to mention my own hand in it constantly expand my grip even when my standards slip up to the knee I'll stand in it ready to take command of shit in spite of the tight fix that I was stranded with. A wise man is a wise man cause cause he doesn't think he is a wise man busy focused on his lifespan It's those fools you gotta worry about anecdotal evidence spoken without a doubt A wise man is a wise man cause cause he doesn't think he is a wise man busy focused on his lifespan It's those fools you gotta worry about ad hominem with little to no pondering Set in my ways settle my gaze infected by the ego Competitive haze ready to set me ablaze I better keep it at bay think about what I should probably say maybe take a breath closer to death better be ready to catch my breath for whatever comes at me next Not from a lack of respect part of me just wants to flex limited knowledge unchecked Manifest destiny wrapped in a paragraph text Leaving the reader perplexed stacking the deck and resetting the trap to watch the whole argument collapse how about that A wise man is a wise man cause cause he doesn't think he is a wise man ready and able to change plans It's those fools you gotta worry about dead set on having every single answer figured out A wise man is a wise man cause cause he doesn't think he is a wise man busy focused on his lifespan It's those fools you gotta worry about Deceived believers pose as overachievers Given the gifts and kinda squandered them constantly pondering negative space .Caught up in the chase although time can't be erased the truth should be embraced the proof is in the pudding but few of us lack the taste. the kind of haste leading to a waste of efforts a court jester in the gallows cause he was too clever. No need to sever ties open up and realize the wrong choices often seem to wear the best disguise. A wise man is a wise man cause cause he doesn't think he is a wise man doesn't need disguises It's those fools you gotta worry about no investigation no hesitation or doubt A wise man is a wise man cause cause he doesn't think he is a wise man doesn't need disguises It's those fools you gotta worry about Very little evidence and even less clout.

One shots on the couch rumbles furniture.. toss and turn is the cost of my curvature self inflicted always addicted to excess express unintelligible babble born of steady stress.. and yes it is a tragic mess luckily for me.. I seem to always catch my breath not exactly all set but ready to go get perhaps a second bet incorrect on first guess. Apnea It's a lucid awakening a painstaking process despite the typical order found in every natural process. half awake and half asleep struggling to keep my focus amongst the heady doses of hocus pocus actually frozen in place as if time has been erased leaving me chasing my breath a bit closer to death without a safety net about as strange as it gets best to get well soon or wage bets. Apnea It's an embarrassing case when a few of us sleep in the same place it's not a mission it's a race where anyone that ain't in first place is the looser and still can't complain about the one obnoxious snoozer not unlike a blacked out boozer at a family gathering Got those windows rattling sleepy heads with loose talk just babbling a lack of peace leads to nerves unraveling Back in the saddle shoeless hooves on the gravel thing To sadly sing the song of choking till awoken by the cutoff it starts soft and builds to a crescendo might be a signal of the end tho Apnea