Womb to Tomb

Tell me, 

Can your gloom ever bloom 

Or blossom in your doom 

While sitting in your smoking room

Blowing fumes, 

Growing branches needed to be pruned 

With medicines that's ready to exhume

Gloom repeating back and forth again,

It's hovering around the air like a perfume

Resume the playback that started it all,

It's time to reminisce memories in the storeroom

Now we're stuck in the waiting room, screaming for time to slow down and come back to the

Shipping room, packed and ready to roll out all the packages of broken dreams and shattered nightmares

It's almost there, it's almost time that we all can hear

You hear the click on the tock of the tick of the clock, it's starting to itch the addiction so you go to the break room, 

quick and ready to add some 

additives 

adding to 

addictive 

attitude

Give me some legroom, I'm starting to feel cramped up in this schoolroom

As a matter of a fact, I need to go to the backroom, there's a playroom with all of my costumes!

I'm accustomed to consume these mushrooms of fantasies, dreams and wonders

It's no wonder that 

I'm basically living a catchphrase 

"From Womb To Tomb"