Theres a list with no end
Of things I need to do
And not one of them
Do I really want to do

Like cruling in a tunnel
With no light in sight
And with ever second
They turn of another light

to much pressure there is
lying on my head
one day all tell the prussere guys
go find yourself a bed

It’s a bit depressing
thinking of all i need to do
But writing a song about it
Won't take me trough

I guess it can be worse
I should start doing useful things
Before someone adds something
To my endless lest to do