Final Call - Oscar Lang

It’s the final call

The bus stopped some time ago

My breath’s fogging up

On tempered glass windows

And the skies open up

When I’m on my way home

Oh the pressure’s enough

Finding patience alone

Sick of getting up

And the weight of the world

Life’s getting tough

When it feels undeserved

Staring at my feet

Holding up my arms

I’m tirelessly weak

Speaking out my palms

Is it good for your health?

Making endless demands

Have you lost yourself?

Watch it slip through your hands