After midnight's glow and morning's gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of self-loathing
Waking up from the longest dream where we're all running away, running away
It's a sobering experience

Still sinking, still spinning, still hanging by a thread
I've been thinking I'll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living

Controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming
Lapsing in and out of this great escape
A love-hate relationship

We're all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel trapped in our bodies, in our rooms, and in our cities, with our words.