Testo Stationary Decay

I stopped to sit down, to take a look at myself

To look around at my life spent wasting away

It's time decay.

I look away to my dismay


Please stop the sound that's piercing though me.

When will it all go away.

"Try to improve yourself", they say to me.

Study yourself before you try to tell me.



I stare into space

My eyes focus, the lights fade
Another distraction has forced me to stray away

from the things I fear I am scared.

Confronting situations, I pretend they are not there.

Wasting away, it's time decay.



Please stop the sound that's piercing though me.

When will it all go away.

"Try to improve yourself", they say to me.

Study yourself before you try to tell me.



You can't stop this; No way!

There's no stopping this; No way.

I can't stop myself from falling further into

stationary decay.