Morgondagen
Apati
Tomorrow
The alarm clock feels like knives in my brain
I lie under my blanket for a long time
Thinking, pondering, even fantasizing
About a future, a future far from this hell
My breakfast becomes another beer, to be able to fall asleep again
My tomorrow is canceled, for lack of interest
Another beer to escape, slowly disappear
Wither into the shadows, the hidden void in my head
I call in sick for the rest of my life, choosing total isolation
My tomorrow is canceled, for lack of interest
