ASPIGA LYRICS

"Routinely"

The constant hum is a reminder of the flowing air that nurtures my lungs. As I sit here my eyes are rolling white. I fall face first jolting my nerves to wake up. This place could be the velvet lining to my casket. Gravestone will read “Here’s to the death of living dreams.” Words cut like a knife in the hands of the desperate. I sift through the thoughts like ash. Running in my head in search of a smoldering ember that will spark my will to break free. “Three cheers to a life of routine.”

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