Murder Jim Quimby - Backseat Vision

Depression, Oppression, Obsession and recession
Crying eye dries Bowed down head turns up high
And everything I need just passes me by

Division, Indecision, Prisoned without vision
The sleeping mind clears, nothing less than it appears
And all is only as far as it is near

Growing restless from a long ride a picture of a place to be
Something to free, something to hide a world revolved by irony

Kick it
Kick it again

Confusion, disillusion, No choosin' what you're losin'
A rusted wheel still turns without the patience left to learn
And all I know is I am left alone to burn

Frustration, devastation, Contemplation as your fate is
Slowly driftin' by, no one seems to find out why
And all I know is all this pain can surely make you die

Running faster when you think your slow a good idea at the time
Somehow it seems you thought you'd know what to find or to leave behind

Written by:
James Quimby

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