Mantra for the Lost

Oh, for the life of me
I don’t know
Where it is I’m going
I’m growing
Somebody swapped the signs
From nursery rhymes
And my undress is showing
I’m growing
Oh, oh, oh…
This is all there is…
This is all there is…
This is all there is…
This is all there is…
Repeat and ad words:
Stale tea and stained cigarettes
I don’t wanna die like this
I sit down and I see stars
Measure me now for my grandfather clock
Crash computers and midi files
Fate dilemma to the juveniles. (?)
Oh, oh, oh…
This is all there is…
This is all there is…
This is all there is…
This is all there is…
Oh, for the life of me
I don’t know
Where it is I’m going
I’m growing
You’ll be the death of me
Can’t you see?
Give back what you’re owing
I stop growing