The Staleness
words & music by Brian E. Langston
I know it's all the rage to close in upon yourself like an urchin at the water's edge tossed and left for dead so you've taken every venture to seal yourself inside of your meaningless ways and your meaningless days no windows left to open no doors to hide behind no fresh air to displace the staleness in your mind no new sounds for music no clocks to count the time of your meaningless ways and your meaningless days to build a pathway down to hell it isn't hard to start just lay it brick by bloody brick until there's a wall around your heart until you've excised every last piece of your fragmented human soul just lay it brick by bloody brick you haven't far to go no spying eyes to profit from each of your mistakes no sunlight left to break through to shine upon your fate no new love to speak of and only yourself to hate for your meaningless ways and your meaningless days to build a pathway down to hell it isn't hard to start just lay it brick by bloody brick until there's a wall around your heart until you've excised every last piece of your fragmented human soul just lay it brick by bloody brick you haven't far to go