Now I, I always sleep with the lights on.
It always seemed to be something I'd grow out of.
But all these television, lightning storms
And these fast trains were designed to fry our brains.
And no one sleeps it off,
Not even God is strong enough.
And no one cleans it off,
Not even blood is thick enough.
Now I, I get this urge to reverse God
Into a vase I eat with plastic you throw when it's gone.
But in this town,
We would play dead
Just to be
Buried young.
And no one sleeps it off,
Not even God is strong enough.
And no one cleans it off,
Not even blood is thick enough.
And no one sleeps it off,
Not even God is strong enough.
And no one cleans it off,
Not even blood is thick enough.