Wake up, half-dead again The shapes amass and reveal a garden of glass The product of environments, where sweet release is heaven-sent Hours bleed into days, bleeding into weeks Will you make do and mend, or find your life is spent? Wasting time and wanting more, you dread what life has left in store Wet the thirst and flick the wrist, noctambulist! I know exactly how this ends All I need to know is when And when that time comes, I'll go peacefully Then will you raise your glass to me? You’re a cause, irretrievably lost And you wouldn't know it was raining, unless you'd open your sick face and let heaven pour in Wake up, half-dead again The shapes amass and reveal a kingdom in ruins The sewage of environments, where sweet release will be your undoing Pressure leads to tension, leads to pressured inner conflict Noctambulist! Wasting time and wanting more, you dread what life has left in store Wet the thirst and flick the wrist, noctambulist! I know exactly how this ends All I need to know is when And when that time comes, I'll go peacefully Then will you raise your glass to me? A self-centred poet, zoned out in the static, to fall on deaf ears, alone and pathetic Don't waste your last breath on me, cause I've had it If life is a joke, I'm the last one to get itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
