All you wise man, ain't we yet tired of this crawling.
Soon we die, nine to five to kill all these demons.
Tuck me tight, back into my grave where I belong.
Is this mine? I would never tell, all you clowns.
Dreaming black, going' out on drugs
Spit me down, I don't give a shh.... you might dig.
Clicks on time, sooner then you tell all your lies.
Back in town, creeping on you all demons.
Just tuck me tight, back into my grave we're we belong!
Dreaming black, going out on drugs
Mother calls thee eyes of the suns, soon we gather back IN time.
Dreaming black, I'm going out on drugs
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