I've been trudging through the fog
I cannot see too clearly
The smog burns at my eyes

And it clutches at my windpipe
Tightly clutches at my windpipe


I've been trudging through this fog
I'm trudging


Breathing is a !@#$ job
The only one that I can find
Living is a $#&@in' chore

One that I do daily
Yes, one that I do daily


I've been trudging...

Must rise up out of clouds

There is a stomach lining
At the end of the tainted rainbow
There is nothing much worth finding

There is nothing much worth finding

I've been trudging...