lying on a mattress

lying on a mattress
watchin television
we're surrounded by plates
from former meals
she wants to do yoga
i wanna get outa here
the shows are endless
the snows falling
the foods neverending
my will is fucking faltering
we're falling into this comfort
we're forgetting what we came for
all goals disappear in the lap of luxery
all will dies in company of cushions
our days waste dreamily
as we moan wearily
about our dreary daze
this pampered haze needs to stop
else we'll stop
we'll drop
and lie down for a little too long
a few too many days will pass us by
and we'll find ourselves missing the boat
we'll be left behind
and nobody will be there to help us out
we need to wake up
we need to move out
we need to get into the car
and drive away quickly
they have a way of keeping you here
they offer everything you wish
you find yourself in the lap of luxery
and you forget about your goals
but our goals are important
and this is an illusion
we waste our time as days pass us by
and we have nothing to show for our minutes and hours
save bigger bellies and bored minds
our minds rot in this sanctuary
though there be pillows, shackles engulf us
we disappear into the floor
our minds rot and will be no more
we wont have thought we'll just have fat
we'll waddle to and fro moaning about this and that
but these situations entrap us insideously
we may not have will to fight these freely
but we do have thought and prescense of mind
and we do have a car in which we can resign
lets retreat to the city where we live well
where the music is loved and our dreams seem real
lets leave this dead place of shadow and cold
lets take our first step out that door and be bold
and bid this place farewell, a hollow abode.