I’m getting tired of this summer heat
Are ending up all my kinds of cheats
Nobody knows how’s to be in my skin
I’m getting shaky, but it is the way to win

I’ve been left behind on my tedium room
No one is gonna pick me up in soon
I am rejected by all the sides
I can’t find anything to call mine

Boring time
It’s the end of the line
Boring time
Shit! My hands are bind
Boring time
I didn’t found it fine
Boring time
My bad luck is very wide

I sit around on the bench of the discredited
I’m going trough the city of exclusion
My heart has frozen and my blood is into fusion
My minds aren’t finding the way and are getting in confusion

My mental liberalism is taking me mad
For all my opposition I’ve got only a stab
I felt in the dirty failure gutter
I’ve been knocked down, what can happen on further

Boring time
It’s the end of the line
Boring time
Shit! My hands are bind
Boring time
I didn’t found it fine
Boring time
My bad luck is very wide

A kick on the back
A treading on a nail
My luck is on lack
The fear of the fail
I can’t hear the claps
But can’t hear hoots yet
I’m full of all this shit
Stop the world, I wanna let

Boring time
It’s the end of the line
Boring time
Shit! My hands are bind
Boring time
I didn’t found it fine
Boring time
My bad luck is very wide