Everyone's asleep in the house but me
They've long since caved in to the promise of dreams
I'm trying to walk a straight line
but it's so hard with these crossed eyes...
Everyone's asleep while I wrestle with the heat
This aging sweat silhouette knows that the deviant in me wants to go out
I've a thirst for skirts and hell to raise
Won't someone sing into my mouth?
I'll do the same
But I'm killing time in a ghost town
Dim lights and dull sounds
This is what it's like to be dead and leave behind
little more than a stain in the carpet