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my therapist would like a raise - moving boxes lyrics

i don’t think i like who i am
i guess i can’t remember when i did
or when i lost my confidence
but i don’t think i like who i am
no no no

i turn the tv on and watch a man tell me about my life
(another burnout with a wasted appetite)
rusted trophies line the walls with teary eyes
i tell them what i’d do if i only had the time

is life enough to keep breathing
is there a direction to sinking
cause my feet are made of sand
but i’m running
i’m running
i’m running

brushing dust off of the pictures laid forgotten in a line
holding faces i haven’t heard from for some time
i know the number but i never dial
the words are building on my tongue
but they don’t taste worthwhile

is life enough to keep breathing
is there a direction to sinking
cause my feet are made of sand
but i’m running
i’m running
i’m running
running
soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes * men who despise you * enslave you * who regiment your lives * tell you what to do * what to think and what to feel! who drill you * diet you * treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men * machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! you are not machines! you are not cattle! you are men! you have the love of humanity in your hearts! you don’t hate! only the unloved hate

is life enough to keep breathing
is there a direction to sinking
cause my feet are made of sand
but i’m running
i’m running
i’m running
running

i don’t think i like who i am
i guess i can’t remember when i did
or when i lost my confidence
or when the color faded
or when i stopped sleeping
i stopped wishing
i stopped wanting
i stopped loving
i stopped living

- moving boxes lyrics

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