The Living Tombstone - Lazy

The Living Tombstone - Lazy Lyric

Lights out, eyes closed, day gone, stay home
The clock running out, although I should be rushing
I can't follow through, time has flew, and I'm doing nothing
TV, maybe, feel so lazy
I can't motivate from the weight that I'm under
I'm so overwhelmed, so just go ahead and take it, it's yours

I'm losing the will I had to move
I've no longer got a thing to prove
Becoming so lazy
It's crazy
That they see
A way me and you can deliver something new
I'm losing the hours in the gloom
Confined in my bed, it's like a tomb
If I do not wake up and shape up
I'll break all, the promises that I was making to you

Week lost, self-blame, slack off, play games
With nothing to show but my procrastinating
I sit on my couch and waste time, I should be creating
Checked out, cold streak, check-in next week
I'm sick of the same little lies to get over
I'm tired of the game, so just go ahead and take it, it's yours

I'm losing the will I had to move
I've no longer got a thing to prove
Becoming so lazy
It's crazy
That they see
A way me and you can deliver something new
I'm losing the hours in the gloom
Confined in my bed, it's like a tomb
So help me
I'm lazy, I'm lazy, I'm lazy
I'm lazy, I'm lazy, I'm lazy
I'm lazy, I'm lazy, I'm lazy
I'm lazy, I'm lazy, I'm lazy
I'm lazy, I'm lazy
Losing touch and shutting down until I'm lost

It was supposed to be so effortless
A brand new challenger, but nonetheless
I thought that I was ready, so I told him yes
They needed record speed, I acquiesced
It was easy for a while
Then I let the work compile
For another day
Then another off-day
Then it was a more-often-than-not day
I was screwed, underwater
I was like a lamb to the slaughter
I used to think that I was worthy
It's been a long time since "No Mercy"
So I'm done

Go ahead and take it, it's yours
I'm losing the will I had to move
I've no longer got a thing to prove
Becoming so lazy
It's crazy
That they see
A way me and you can deliver something new
I'm losing the hours in the gloom
Confined in my bed, it's like a tomb
If I do not wake up and shape up
I'll break all the promises that I was making to you

I'm losing the friends I thought I knew
I've no longer got a thing to do
Becoming so lazy
They blame me
'Cause they see
That maybe I'll never deliver something new
I'm losing the hours in the gloom
Confined in my bed, it's like a tomb
If I do not wake up and shape up
I'll break all the promises that I made you

Lost it all
They call me, and I cannot answer the question
So I stall, I can't bear to listen
Shut them out, I start to doubt
I had any promise, so I give up
And drift gently to sleep