morning and I'm still awake I'm waiting for the day to break
TV whispers through the silence
As I run through the channels
I see flashes of violence
The curtains are drawn to stop the
But through a crack neon strikes my skin
I leave my thoughts behind
Maybe I should get some air
And see if something happens there
That I'm an extra on a giant movie set
I watch the shop window dummies
With plastic eyes full of
Plastic eyes behind spotless glass
Plastic eyes in every face I pass
it's only six o 'clock so I follow the crowd for another block
Gambling, booze, a live sex show
Neon signs point out where to go
Some doorman tries to drag me inside
But I'm not in for that kind of fun tonight
And I just can't feel the emptiness in me
Which reminds me of my stomach
McDonald's cause it's green,
Of course I'm in the longest queue
She looks kinda fresh, about 17
I wanna put my tongue in between
But I take the paper bag and hand
And then she smiles at me as if I said something
I try to figure out where all my
But I'm too tired to think, so I turn the
I know what to expect from the people on
They don't make sense but they talk to me
I run through the channels,
Faster and faster, no strength to stop
I sit in trials and as the noise increases
I like to hit the damn thing to pieces
The corners of the room are closing
Screenshows, images, I don't wanna see
and crawl towards the light
An inch from the screen, I start my
Revealing all the facts and the
Slowly my sense of reality returns
Now I know my love for you still burns
But for me it's all clear
There's nothing to be seen