what a waste of a dream
i was falling free
now i'm awake and it's already post meridian
the evening's first bite is on me
the night's first bite's on me
the night's first bite's on me
the night's first bite's on me
the night's first bite's on me
the night's first bite's on me
are you ready? are you free?
are you tired? are you still dying to fall free?
death is the final fall
to the one who sleeps in the mall