Rolling out of time We live the time of afterdream I don't wanna stray For I've been here for way too long A feeble morning fog I count the stars of early dawn I don't need no signs I've got to know I've got to go I've got this feeling And it's coming on Running minutes late My mouth is dry, my words are cracked Entering the void I stuff the hole with all the dirt A metaphoric day I procrastinate, I need to move I've been feeling lust My old desire It's insecure In a morning haze I try to draw the shape of pain Days are crawling on Go through the water Go through the wind Isn't it so strange? We only see we what we want to see Everybody's racing Underground Unconsciously