FTW- The middel classes where right, it's all in the kids mind

FTW- Sleep

The floor feels wet under hard souls

Getting up is always a good start

The bell fell from the boy

It’s time he left us alone

Please use this bell right

Does this drunk need some sleep?

Been dripping in mixer since Sunday

Coffee won’t shake off this shadow

I part apart the hair on her face

To see the last light in her eyes before we all burn out

Pass me my short. Need to get to the level

Can hear the bleep, its right on time

Means my contact to the world is about done

Does this drunk need some sleep?

Been dripping in mixer since Sunday

My fingers have left marks on your dress

And my bones are in-between your teeth

I and you have been here before, you just looked different

For the weekend we are homeless

It fits us, fits us