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

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 so trapped, in our bodies

in out rooms, in out cities, with our words, with our words



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 so trapped, in our bodies

in out rooms, in out cities, with our words

still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread

start thinking, stop wasting, start make life worth living