Monotony Paroles

In the eye of a storm
It appears I was born
I had taken the form
At 12 o' clock in the morn

Never quite touchin' down,
But never touchin' the ground
Half full and empty, my cup,
Always just hangin' around...
They ask me "how do you do?"
I tell them that I don't know
They say to go get a clue
I ask them "where do I go?"

Could it be malaise?
Or am I depressed?
Just a life-long phase
I am not in duress
Don't consider me blessed I KNOW it could be worse

Monotony is so holy
It merge with me It can't hurt me
Though it's empty, never windy,
I'm just strollin' around in monotony
In monotony