Another Meeting Meetings, boredom, fatigue and grief They talk so much it's beyond belief I wonder why I am here at all I sit and stare at the barren wall I listen but I don't hear a sound I stare at the crack that's on the ground I am the man who has no voice I am here, but not by choice I scream at the voices in my head I wish I was asleep, or even dead To be free again, all it takes Is a dirty needle and some shakes Oh help me, help me please I am begging you on my knees The meeting's over, I see the sun Let's do it again, it was so much fun