It's my day at last
In a half-sunny draft
I'm writing
Starvin' faces

I'm hugging cliches/platitudes
The second end of the world (in)
Theory
Theory record (now)

Now, when I'm about to reveal
Here the stroke of words binds me
Here cliche/platitudes
Life howls

It's my day at last
Without lies I don't exist

It's my day at last
Nothing could be real

It's my day at last
In a half-sunny draft
I write
Starvin' faces

I'm hugging cliches/platitudes
The second end of the world (in)
Theory
Theory record (now)

Now, when I'm about to reveal
Here the stroke of words binds me
Here platitudes