Spacer’s Choice

[Intro]

(Fuck)

[Verse 1]

New photo in an old frame

Broken down vehicle with fresh paint

Fake smile, same pain

Washed up, everything is circling the drain

Like the minor characters that populate a game

Repeating dialogue until the goal has been attained

I feel like everyone already knows

Every detail that I should have stowed away

[Chorus]

I’m not in the mood to talk today

It’s not like there is anything that’s left to say

Every god damn thing that’s inside my head

Is just a modified version of some shit I’ve said

In the past years, a definitive edition of my worst fears

The repetition of my issues is unwavering

When savoring the flavor

Of the words wasted by my mouth

[Verse 2]

Syndicate the seasons

Then replay the re-runs everyday

I feel just like an extra in a role without a name

Repeating dialogue that isn’t meant to entertain

Except that I am casted in a starting role

And the dilemma every episode is the same

[Verse 3]

Sometimes I feel so fucking worthless

Flawed and imperfect

Defective, out of service

At most I’m just refurbished

(Somewhat fixed up and barely working)

For all that it’s worth

[Outro]

I put aside my doubts

Settled in and wrote down

Every god damn thing that’s inside my head

Made a modified version of the shit I’ve said

In the past years, a definitive edition of my worst fears

Is now available for purchase

But I still feel so fucking worthless

It’s a curse