Dysfunctional Hours

Welcome to the boiling point
You’ve got a lot to fucking learn
Experience by dysfunctional hours
I’ve seized my apparent
In progress of getting nowhere
I catch a glimpse of prosperity
And I’ve got this feeling that eats me up inside
I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
So I lose the fight like so many times before
This feeling, eats me up inside
In the valley of the compressed
There’s no room for errors
Fighting me, the negative, the less I see
Room for the nothingness
Need, something to, build on
But I find nothing at all
And I’ve got this feeling that eats me up inside
I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
So I lose the fight like so many times before
This feeling, eats me up inside
Whatever is hiding in the dark
Come forward, show yourself
I need, to make up the consequence
You’ve got, what I need
And I’ve got this feeling that eats me up inside
I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
So I lose the fight like so many times before
This feeling, eats me up inside