• In this tired room sat an empty man
    Bloodshot eyes and broken hands
    His mind’s burnt out, his butt is sore
    Oh my God, I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

    He then looks up, takes a glance
    More tired souls in a melancholy trance
    The doors are shut; there’s no escape
    Why did we choose this awful fate?

    Holy crap I have to pee…
    Why did I have those Lipton Teas?
    As I sit here, mastering my bladder,
    I’m going insane; as mad as a hatter

    When does it end; when does it stop?
    I see 15 minutes frozen on the clock
    The most grueling challenge I’ve yet to face
    When will I get out of this infernal place?