Is it another day?
Waking up with zero k
Hands like paper mache
Hit alarm
They all look the same
Jagged teeth, auf weidershen
And the tongue is profane
Then it's gone
Wake Up
Waking up is Good
In A coma of your creation
Black Out
Are you in the mood?
Call it hell or infinite vacation
We're all standing guard
To the beast in our backyard
It's a holographic metronome
Reality's a set of lies agreed upon by lost children looking for a home
Forget the illusion of time
We'll turn all the nouns into rhymes
And red satin bowed valentines
And water to wine