The Sinking Feeling

All my books lay on the table
Waitin to unfold
I sit and stare at my reflection
While the darkness chills my bones
My head fills like a junk shop
In desperate need of repair
The path of least resistance leads to the
Garbage heap of despair
I think id better get back in bed
Im just a symptom of the moral decay
Thats gnawing at the heart of the country
(x2)
You cant destroy your problems
By destroying yourself
Death is not the answer
For your soul may burn in hell
My memory my fond deceiver
Is turning all my past into pain
While im being raped by progress
Tomorrows world is here to stay
They wouldnt have it any other way
Im just a symptom of the moral decay
Thats gnawing at the heart of the country.
(xtofade)