The Great Decay Cursive

This is the bed that I have made
This is the grave where I will lay
These are the hands where I will bury my face

I don't believe in wasting time
Searching for truth you never find
Nobody moves we live in the great decay

All these ghost towns share a name
Anywhere, U.S.A
All these strangers look the same
Day after day after day

This great decay, the great decay
From birth to the grave

And I've seen what it can do
And I'm afraid its got me to
'Cause I can feel it suck me in
'Cause I can feel I'm losing grip

Day after day it's static life
Week after week is sacrificed
Month after month you meditate
All of the years that waste away