Stuck behind a wall in time

Playing games with tins of anxiety pills

Head still left in those green hills

Now I’m bled dry, watching days crawl by

On an endless loop, it passes by

The static clears from time to time

Proving that I’m still left inside

A glimpse of who I used to be

A photograph that can’t be seen

Sifting through thoughts I can't create

Using his lines to find my place

A life comprised of petty scores

Your free will is an illusion

Tranquilized shoat praying it means more