Mental Spice

I want to feel passion

Making me alive again

I've been droning on for too long

Unknown situations

Scares me feeling like the end

Mindlessly living till I'm gone

Give me some condition

Where I can stop the pretend

Fake telling me where I belong

Hearing liberation

I fall behind a damn bend

Down a cliff face named after log

Fogging my confession

That it's my fault it can't blend

My fault the words end in a bog

Maybe if I was honest

Maybe if I took requests

You just need to suggest

If only I didn't regest

All my shit

I'd be onto something, at your behest

Shit, I'd be the best

Right now though

I'm in a cow's yoke

I don't see beyond the now

Let alone off a port bow

Throw me into the sea

When I got nothing to wow the crowd

So I can make believe

I got something I never said aloud

Alone, cold, pressured and, drowned

It wouldn't even be that different than now

You shouldn't deem me indifferent then

Wow, I'm sentimental and irrelevant, ow.