Painfully extracted from sleeping
To poison trees and people are vicious
They constantly search for the next ones
Alarms, TVs, and satellite dishes
Of all the things we think that will fix us
And the words they speak they sound just like sickness
So back to work, to sleep, and to dreaming,
To back to work, to sleep, and to dreaming,
So back to sleep, to work, and to dreaming, To back to work, to sleep, and to dreaming.