Tuesday December 15th, 2009
I flick past it's page on the photo album of time
Like its another day gone, flushed down with the slime
Another day my Dads drowning in wine, out of his mind
And I wonder if Albert would mind, that he was bugging out
.. but really I'm no one that time gives a fuck about
I'm nobody that history knows, just another dude spitting his flows

At the traffic lights picking his nose
And todays another day of normal business
Another day that time gets killed. with no witnesses
Another tree that falls in the woods. with no listeners
There isn't no significance and this is what existence is
Its really just the luck of the draw
Like plucking at straws, or digging out a bucket of balls
While one dudes scrubbing the floor, nothing at all
He's looking at another dude that's framed up on the wall

It's all kinda like a fluke, it randomly happens
It's really nothing more than some scattering atoms
That started with the crash of two masses of gasses
With no reason, but that's the reason that it matters
Cause if there isn't even a reason for being born
That makes life even more important than it seemed before
So I don't needa be adored or even ever seen at all
Either or, I'm gonna be, without somebody keeping score

So it don't trouble me, I pour another cup of tea
Turn the news on and watch another cat up a tree
Its real life puppetry, I'm just another bumblebee
Getting money for some honey, buzzing, but it doesn't mean
It doesn't mean nothing, cause at the end of it all
I might be finite, but so is the great wall
Shit even the sun stops beaming its light
So I love my meaningless life
It's like that