Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers...

its all slipping right through...

my life, my hobbies, my education...

Everything I used to do...

So now Im empty, now Im done...

This giving up is what I've managed son...

Im going to build a camp and walk a hill...

Stop this vegetarianism and get a bull to kill...

Take my guitar, chuck it down the hill...

And take my poems, stamp and let them live their fill...

Slipping through my fingers...

Goodbye life...

goodbye stupidly overborne strife!!