One of the songs in the (only partially written at this point) Downfrown Cycle.

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Feels like November
But it's hot like July
93 degrees in the shade
In my metal box it's 105

Basted in my juices
Irradiated by the tube
In a sea of background noise
There's not a thing worth listening to

Totally motionless
But for the beating of my heart
There's a sparking in my brain
But there ain't a fire to start

Nothing to live for
But I don't want to die
In a puddle of regret
Sitting here in my sty

But I'm not about to let this thing go
Not after all this time
Cause it's set in the back of my mind and time after time
It's made me feel like a worthless pig all covered in sh*** in my sty


Feeling out of touch
Like a left-over fad
But I'm sure from outside
My wasting away doesn't seem that bad

Trapped in the rotting shell
Of something long since dead
All the gold in me
Has turned back into lead

Never really felt the love
Never really knew it was there
Never thought I had a friend
Never thought anyone really cared

I looked in the mirror
And all I saw was a lie
Drowning in a puddle of regret
Sitting here in my sty


But I'm not about to let this thing go
Not after all this time
Cause it's set in the back of my mind and time after time
It's made me feel like a worthless pig all covered in sh*** in my sty


Can't move forward if I'm always sitting still
Feel I'm rolling backward like I'm falling down a hill
Dug in too deep and I'm planted in the mud
I don't want to be a tree when I grow up