‘I Need To Wake Up'

Sprawled on your carpet tiles
Tracing the shape of the alcove line
Oh, I'm sprawled on your carpet tiles
Tracing the shape of the alcove line

Silence is nothing more than the interregnums
Between the sound of the crowds of youthful disaffection
Till you find you can hear your own respiratory convection
And that it's become the rule rather than the exception

Sprawled on your carpet tiles
Tracing the shape of the alcove line

Nigh on three decades and eight years into this circus
I'm still capable of hating myself and thinking life sucks!
I'm aware that my station's canon fodder deluxe
But I must, come what may, justify my existence

I need to wake up
Wake up

Sprawled on your floor, bleeding
Staring vaguely at the ceiling
Oh, I'm sprawled on your floor, bleeding
Staring vaguely at the ceiling

Like a hot tap that forever runs tepid
It seems for so long that nothing progresses
Then suddenly, and when you least expect it
You realize it has – and it's you who's rejected

Sprawled on your floor, bleeding
Staring vaguely at the ceiling

I'm still too full of rage for oblivion
And still far too much remains that has not been done
I'm a negligible societal mollusc
Still, I must in some way get myself unstuck

I need to wake up
Wake up

I need to wake up

I need to wake up
Wake up.