Six Feet

A family man in the midst of A total breakdown Seeks refuge inebriated state As he thinks to himself how did Life pass me by - somewhere down The line I forgot how to live Now every day is just another chore, Another day, another week, antother year. The world slowly turns, but this Rut never ends - one blink of an Eye then it's gone. So he puts his faith in the Almighty Lord up above, he's told for all good Men Heaven awaits "Well I can't wait any longer when's It my turn to see the light that'll Come and take my troubles away?" Now he spends his days preaching What he does not believe, to a world That's forgotten how to live And he can't understand the empty Feelin' inside that seems to grow Every hour, every day. "What's it take to be a man, when Everything I'm taught I can't believe And everything is thrown right in my face? I wake up everyday, I live here among The dead and I am one of them. Is This how it's gotta be? For you and me Open your eyes take a look Around think nice thoughts then It's off to work I go!" Now it's back to the hustle and it's Back to the beat It's back to another forty hour Week. "Soon that weekend will come I'll get to have a little fun then it's back to my forty hour grave" --- Six Feet - Strung Out