Busy Alright

Don't know about you
But I've been busy
Doing all sorts of stuff

Forgettable, futile, sell-out
Fucking cowardly stuff
For the so called right reasons
And seemingly no going back

My own little construct
Of clichéd white lies
Stacked ever so neatly
One on top of the rest

Oh I've been busy alright
Feeling my way
Down the corridor

All the globes are blown
Every step smells bad
Death haunts the past
And owns the future too

I don't mind
I've walked these halls
Before and again
Nothing ventured

Oh I've been
Busy alright