Another bump in the night. Another line for the wait. They got me cutting out weeks. They got me packaging days.
And I can feel the dawn, coming on like a cold. Snaking in through the blinds, piling up on the floor.
I get a minute of heat, for every hour I burn. With a scratch in my throat is another check in the mail.
With a blistering sun, punching holes in the sky. When the night is so sweet, when the sweet is so......