Quantity Time

Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past, It's no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass. These bitter litanies you keep repeating, Are verbal fingers down my mental blackboard screeching. Each moment in your company Was of more quantity than quality. My hopes and dreams, transparent phantoms, This wayward son's irrational anthems. Not worth spending quantity time, Life is hunger, life is pain. Never ending quantity time, Toe the line, take the strain. Awake in bad in quantity time, Hate to say I told you so. Long time dead in quantity time, Next stop Hell, not far to go. My vision is obscured, blurred by tears of anger, These four walls a prison where I rot in stagnant languor. My broken heart screams out "someone repair me" Or please lay me in the cemetery. 'Cause you've taken all that's best, you see, So I'll lay to rest the rest of me. You cannot hold a dream to ransom Or silence my irrational anthem. Not worth spending quantity time, Life is hunger, life is pain. Never ending quantity time, Toe the line, take the strain. Awake in bad in quantity time, Hate to say I told you so. Long time dead in quantity time, Next stop Hell, not far to go. --- Quantity Time - Skyclad