Out of the Fierce Parade

i get out of bed the same way every day blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing sing me into fm radiapathy numb and tired and perfect for the working day i get home and turn the cable strobe light on to tell me who i'm not and what my life stil

I lay awake and after coutless hours I just can't think straight Turn in, fade, pass out Yet, in this simple way we offer To destroy all we can't figure out In our simple lives, unconscious We employ our skills from underground To seek what we've nev