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