Brassic

It’s funny it seems the money in my dreams
Remains up in the clouds where I can’t seem to reach
It’s been too long since I have found closure
It’s hard to count my pennies in the dark times growing closer
I got nothing to spend and nothing to do
I stay locked in my mind
I’m brassic with you
I’m chained to the walls my possessions I sold
A step towards the outside is a step towards the hole
I watch the whole world as it passes me by
Cursed television handheld device