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Why Turbulence

Therapy

I thought there'd be a point to all this
Someday it would all make sense
Still waiting there's nothing yet

I have everything I need
Food, shelter, family
People that love me

Routine, habits, our daily rituals
Deaden perception
Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition
(Where's this going?)

Big black hooded perambulator
Birth was the death of me
Big black hooded perambulator
Running red lights to the cemetery

Gradually I started to feel
All the absurdity
Put me in a minor key
Breath snags in my chest
Words get left unsaid
Leaving me feel, well... Helpless

Routine, habits, our daily rituals
Deaden perception
Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition
(Where's this going?)

Big black hooded perambulator
Birth was the death of me
Big black hooded perambulator
Running red lights to the cemetery

Today is the first day of the rest of your lite
Tell that to your liver, tell that to your ex-wife

Routine, habits, our daily rituals
Deaden perception
Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition
(Where's this going?)

Big black hooded perambulator
Birth was the death of me
Big black hooded perambulator
Running red lights to the cemetery

Big black hooded perambulator
Birth was the death of me
Big black hooded perambulator






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