Shock Activities

The street's reaching up to the open window

Too much information leaks in

And shoots up my spine

Lifting my head off the pillow

And the dust rises

When I set my feet on the floor

I breathe in and out while I try to focus

When I feel ok I twist my mouth

To save what little air is left

'Cause it's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

It's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

To survive, to survive, to survive

This situation, situation, situation

To survive, to survive, to survive

This situation, situation, situation

I keep far away but I'm missing nothing

My eyes are an endless panorama of blue

There's nothing here to block my view

And with a sideways glance

I am shown as much as I want to see

'Cause it's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

It's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

In full motion

No variation

This need for speed

The notion of convulsion

This seed of greed

Shock activities

Lack of memories

Don't wanna be

Cannot see

Anything wrong with the picture

'Cause it's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

It's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

To survive, to survive, to survive

This situation, situation, situation

To survive, to survive, to survive

This situation, situation, situation

'Cause it's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

It's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

It's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions

It's a question of constructing

An imitation of conditions...