Slow Burner

From where it starts to where it ends
After twelve months of winter the new year's ahead
Without fireworks and without room for change

I throw my head in the pillow, laying low in the sweetest of dreams
Burning slow in the dark of the night
Hiding from a world that's drowning in its schemes

No, I don't want to take part anymore
Everything around me is in decline
Discontent is eating me from the inside
I don't know what to do
Without a new sunrise there'll be
No headroom for me to keep up with your society

I throw my head in the pillow, laying low in the sweetest of dreams
My hands are trying to cover my ears, protecting me from reality's screams

No, I don't want to take part anymore
Everything around me is in decline
Discontent is eating me from the inside
I don't know what to do
Without a new sunrise there'll be
No headroom for me to keep up with your society

Every beginning comes to an end, until I wake again