Mid-death Crisis - Stampin' Ground

Another day, another trial

Another eternity spent in denial

Of the fact that we mean so very little

Face up to your mid-death crisis

The darkness, it blinds me

The misery always finds me

The soul dissection

Try to ascertain mid-death crisis

We think we’re living, I wonder why?

We’re just killing time until we die

Is this all there is?

There must be more than this

If there’s a light at the end of the tunnel

Then I must be facing the other way

All I can see is yet more turmoil

One long ordeal of endless grey

The turning of the century

Should have meant the world to me

But could’ve meant so much more

If the world wasn’t just as fucked as before

Another year of nothingness

Another test of our strengths

How to deal with realisation

And face up to a mid-death crisis

Like a beggar, doubt comes creeping

Cloaked in ice, devoid of feeling

I try to learn to cope with the

Fear and guilt of this mid-death crisis