The right of callous goes to malice and molders in the grave You seem to witness inner fitness, leaves without a trace To turn about inside the outer layer that we save Becomes apparent when we wear it, such beauty that you gave You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes, the nightlife's latest craze They twist their shouts and jump about, our memory isn't fazed By documenters recent assent into the freakish phase Remember that we offer purpose of the human race And oh, so slowly, turn to show me where our points are shaved To them that simply sees us empty, but for not our amber waves of sin A dialog is half created out of our own words We like the texture and pretend that this we haven't heard It's up to here in cruel defense another loss is cruel But some how with the help of pills, I remain a pillar of calm Let's guess the number of regrets a good life will acquire There seems to be some small discrepancy between the truth and a lie But somehow we should work around the better half of dead Wake up, wake up, my little one, my little sleepy head