Sequence Testo

Testo Sequence

My life is sequenced bits of time.
Groups of hours until I die.
For a bit of change I'll know my words. Put a price on my foolish pride.
Find a cycle.
A groove to run in.
Dig your own hole to die.
Give me enough to keep me around.
Tilted and bitter.
Spitting barbs.
Tighten my belt until I'm paralyzed
Prostrate and cold.
Bleed me dry.
I never wanted it.
You made me earn it.
On my time.
At my expense