Texty: The Old Dead Tree. Everyday Life.

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Wake up.
A new day has come,
Bringing new fears.
It's time to face the crowd.

Outside the sky is wearing grey,
The clothes are worn,
Colours faded away.

I wish I could stay standing.
I wish I could stay strong.
But I can't stand on my own.

Everyday life, everyday death,
A strength forever gone.
(The) outside world reveals my distress,
Dead man walking the streets
Doing a senseless job to live
Perpetual motion of fears
Buried alive : everyday life

Those feelings of confinement
Bring me down
Six feet underground

Help me
Because I can't stand upright today

(Thanks to Pascale for these lyrics)