#56: "It is too simple" (2005)

He's not happy.

LYRICS
I'm waiting for the time to flow
in my little prison cell
and I'm hoping for a life that's real
and a place where I could dwell
a body I could touch and smell
and somebody that I could tell
the truth about the loss of chances
and all those fucking circumstances

if the truth is shining
don't let it be the sun.
and if the truth is crawling in
prepare yourself for the second spin

miles away the bodies bleak -
I'm home again and hoping
for a second try.

I'm waiting for the time to pass
in my little prison cell
and I'm hoping for a life that's real
and a place where I could dwell
a body I could touch and smell
and somebody that I could tell
the truth about the loss of chances
and all those fucking circumstances