Stale

I'm becoming what I want to fight
I'm becoming what I want
It's all shoes and ladders

Rules they've played and rules they've gained
Oh, but it doesn't matter it's too complex to be explained

Midweek stale beneath my chest
I go to sleep but I won't rest

Find a place
All the pieces of the fight
In a flame
I've been breathing stale for time

I'm becoming what I want to fight
I'm becoming

I have changed, not the way you see
I have changed, I am asleep now
It's stale, it's stale
But you refuse to see it

I'm becoming what I want to fight
I'm becoming what I want