Monotony is so over me It merge with me It can't hurt me Though it's empty, never windy, I'm just strollin' around in monotony In monotony 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', no, 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 indirect Don't consider me blessed But don't consider me cursed In this chaotic mess I guess that it could be worse I know it could be worse Monotony is so over me It merge with me It can't hurt me Though it's empty, never windy, I'm just strollin' around in monotony In monotony