Langour rising reaching to turn off the alarm
And there's never so much seething
That it can't be disarmed
You just -
Stop it up
Pa** it on
Shove to shelf it
To leave it off and
Turnover
Lounging against your weapons
Until your muscles find lock
In the ease of that position
A residue of tremour pa**es
As some cherie amour suggests
That maybe it was time to smash things up but just -
Stop it up
Pa** it on
Shove to shelf it
To lead it on and
Turnover
I'm only sleeping