I ignore it and toss to prevent it from winning
Yet still it will succeed
In suspending unconsciousness
A symphony of droplets which
I couldn't classify as the spit of a harlot

No more thinking tonight
Drying out my sanity in a way
That seems intended
'Cause I have done my overtime
Sick of sight, serenity
And the way it's implemented

The blue twists and turns to red
With bricks in my head
These bricks in my head
And my conscience has been fed
With bricks in my head
These bricks in my head

I shake my pride and move, clutch and turn
Exploding with every half movement
Reaching out and stumbling
Like a short-sighted old aged wretch
I clamber onto the switch
Pupils dilating, flinching back

Sight is overwhelmed
By all the other senses
So I sit, sip and watch as
They all merge back into one