Black Feet - Armored Saint

Barely rise in the morning need my serving plate

Hoping that an intervention won’t greet me this day

Have the strength of a newborn once was a lion here

Counting down the sins of my mother and fathers fears

Oh been humbled every waking hour

Is that chariot a comin' to devour

Wish my three offspring would get off my back

And let this mini pill quickly take effect

Time to sleep

Time to dream

Now

Got me on the ropes

Running out of hopes

I’m a model citizen don’t you know

But these black feel won’t connect to legs

So I struggle to walk now and I struggle to stand

And I barely have any feelings within both my hands

Bodies breaking down been depleting for years

And I’d love to figure out what you said but I can’t hear

In my own undoing all the effort is gone

I wonder if the motivation button was ever on