Dysfunctional Hours

Welcome to the boiling point,
You've got a lot to fucking learn.
Experience by dysfunctional hours,
I've seized my apparent.

In progress of getting nowhere,
I catch a glimpse of prosperity.

And I've got this feeling that eats me up inside
I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
So I lose the fight like so many times before
This feeling, eats me up inside

In the valley of the compressed
there's no room for errors
Fighting me, the negative, the less I see
room for the nothingness
Need, something to, build on
but I find nothing at all.

And I've got this feeling that eats me up inside
I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
So I lose the fight like so many times before
This feeling, eats me up inside

Whatever is hiding in the dark,
come forward, show yourself,
I need, to make up the consequence
You've got, what I need.

And I've got this feeling that eats me up inside
I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
So I lose the fight like so many times before
This feeling, eats me up inside