I do not disagree with your maternity In actuality it buzzes like a bug in me It is insect and psychology I need to be shocked with a battery Oh it could be ours Except our errors Writhing like bats toward the storm It's night time all the time in your arms Though we have our orders To save one another We're just dead soldiers swimming from the lawn Where night time doesn't carry its alarm All day, all night Act dead, or alive I'm wrong, you're right