It's good to have a window on the world
And live deep in the heart of the beast in the sun
Night after night I do the same damn thing
Do the weirdness dance for those who can't
Getting to the point that I can't take it anymore
Anymore
Waking up at 3 PM in the trashed bedroom
Sharp with needles and knives
Reach for the crutches that keep in motion
Vague memories that keep me alive
Like when she used to call me

Send "Kill The Sun" Ringtone to your Cell