Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past,   it's no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass.   These bitter litanies you keep repeating,   are verbal fingers down my mental blackboard screeching.      Each moment in your company   was of more quantity than quality.   My hopes and dreams - transparent phantoms,   this wayward son's irrational anthems.      Not worth spending quantity time,   life is hunger - life is pain.   Never ending quantity time,   toe the line - take the strain.   Awake in bad in quantity time,   hate to say I told you so.   Long time dead in quantity time,   next stop Hell - not far to go.      My vision is obscured - blurred by tears of anger,   these four walls a prison where I rot in stagnant languor.   My broken heart screams out "someone repair me" -   or please lay me in the cemetery.      'Cause you've taken all that's best, you see,   so I'll lay to rest the rest of me.   You cannot hold a dream to ransom -   or silence my irrational anthem.      Not worth spending quantity time,   life is hunger - life is pain.   Never ending quantity time,   toe the line - take the strain.   Awake in bad in quantity time,   hate to say I told you so.   Long time dead in quantity time,   next stop Hell - not far to go.