I want for novelty to be waist high
Cold feet are treading over passing time
Feel the relief as it starts to wear thin
Rested bones are ready to begin
Isn't it interesting how the same space can feel different
Depending on who's in it
Vacuous and empty of fit to burst
Whose turn is it to feel worse
Speaking in foreign tongues
Are talking and say we haven't been built to break
Get up and out my pit
Start fighting fit
The deeper the sleep the stronger the awake
Sketch your mark apart