fundamentally loathsome

sun is burning
my soul is dull
the music never stops playing
In the back of my skull
to block the voice and its
thoughts in my mind  
there words have gone stale
no point in keeping track of time
the days dont change
only the seasons go by
Im just walking alone
on the endless stretch of road
while the bands play
there melancholy tunes
watching the shadows
I can only hope in death  
Il be dancing with them