Your life is just a repetition, it exposes your denial
You need this routine every day to stop you thinking
Why do your allow yourself to feed from the off the floor like dogs
Here is your last wake up call like no other
Tick tock tick tock
The noise is rising
Eruption boils beneath the streets as bassline quakes the roads
The notes that slide between the cracks are forst to greet the toes

Eruption boils beneath the streets as bassline quakes the roads
Take us back to how we were before we felt so cold
As you feel the disambiguation
Feelings in the bowel begin to strand and rumble
You drop to your knees and gasp at the sky
As your bowels empty you wonder why
People in the streets are covered in their own faeces
Breath deeply