Out the Door

Sleep in my eye as I awake

A dream about a woeful grind is nothing short of torture

It's wasting my days on a free break

To work I say no not today

I'm gonna do things my way

I need space and time

I work and work 'till death

But I'm not ready yet

I need space and time

I work and work 'till death

But I'm not ready yet

Take time to live before it's too late

A chair inside this place of mine feels like you're in a world aside

Death is a game that won't wait

While I stay don't make me pray it's bound to kick me one day

I need space and time

I work and work 'till death

But I'm not ready yet

I need space and time

I work and work 'till death

But I'm not ready yet

I'm walking out the door