Lyrics Suspended Animation - Max Frost

Suspended Animation

Ted keeps his mind set in the haze
Closes the blinds and sleeps for days
Careful, but he don’t lock the door
Bashful, the sloth hangs on the floor
Ted keeps his eyes glued to the tube
Born in a brain that he don’t use
Flies on the dishes in the sink
Hard thoughts that he can’t stand to think
What he’s waiting for, he doesn’t know
He hopes it finds him before he’s old
Inside he’s waging war
Because his stoner mind is so confined
In frozen time, the longing in his soul
It’s alright, you’re still young
You’ve got everything behind you but yourself
You’re playing the wrong game, son
Spending your days in suspended animation
Watching the robot-zombie die
Thumbing the A, B, X, and Y
Sony speakers sing tear the tunes
Listens to rap, but lives the blues
Catches a scent, he’s kinda ripe
Can’t take a shower, schedule’s tight
M*A*S*H at 7, Cheers at 8
Like everything, the bath will have to wait
The master biding his time
But it’s all he got
For never winding his own clock
If every call is declined
Then I suppose the guy you so resign
That no one tries to reach him while he rots