wake up call
 

keep your motions sharp and your eyes open
don't you ever tear down just stay up all night
rythms become static you hair's to be pulled
drop your head in the aquarium drown all night

the alarm clock flashes zero's and zero's
do you realise the time of the year again
then i pull you under the sheets just to fuck
your hologram my fantasy and a dead thrill

i hope this is the last scream through my hall
telephone calls i hear them they burn through
text messages of girls that love few guys
yeah i danced them to the edge of pain

and the man on the streets is not of interest
voyeur and exhibitionist about to compromise
my nightrest is at stake as i lick a tear
why do i live on the cold side of the city

i = I