Rolling out of time, we live the time of after-dream

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 what we want to see

Everybody's racing underground unconsciously