You’ve heard this song
countless times before;
it’s always the same ol’ tune.
I keep spinning in circles
thinking I’ll get somewhere,
but this cycle never ends.
The needle pricks my skin
to the point that I’m numb
to the pain of complacency.
I’ve only scratched the surface
of why I need someone
to take me off the turntable.
I need someone to smash me
on the ground into pieces then
I could sample something new.