THE BLACK ROOM

I slam myself again for the one millionth time There's nothing going on in my mellon fickin' mind I stare all day at a never ending stream Of useless information on a flat computer screen Anything to keep me from believing that I breathe Busy doing nothing I'm a fruit without a seed But Sometimes I can paint a picture in my mind And when I go there I can't stop What am I? What am I? In the black room I'll be what I want What am I? What am I? In the black room I'll be what I need Am I just making it up, or am I just spinning round Nothing seems to fit in my head I'm a clown And the world rolls by and I just wonder why Was I put on the earth to make em laugh or cry Cos this has been done before and it will be again Better than this, better than them I Just hope that the day comes soon So I can be free What am I? What am I? In the black room I'll be what I want What am I? What am I? In the black room I'll be what I need Just Ride it Just Ride it Just Ride it Just Ride What am I? In the black room