Testo Pump Up The Valuum

My mind is wide asleepMy conscience keep awakeThe promises I deep Are not the ones I makeI count the costant causesI lost count of regretsA surplus of good intentions don'tprovide me with contentall I want is just a little contentI choose the beaten pathI've been to where it leadsWhy I keep coming backA mistery to meI found what I've been seeking It's too late for me to careMy inspiration's leaking from a hole I can't repairmaybe I just don't want it repaired