Suspended Animation - Max Frost

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