It's another dim day, wasting away in this slow vicarious life I'm feeling photosensitive on this faux fence I sit on just watching it all pass by It's another dim wasting away without a clue of how to start I scream and I pull and I cull and I whisper I crave a pseudo sense of art Oh, I'm spiralling It's another dim day, wasting away watching minutes as they pass I feel the hands of time are turning like grains of sand in a glass It's another dim day, wasting away and losing patience as I speak I can feel the burning, my words, the churning, I think it's all about to peak Oh, I'm spiralling Can't you help me, I'm spiralling Can't you help me, I'm spiralling Can't you help me, I'm spiralling