Languor rises reaching
To turn off the alarm
And there's never so much seething
That it can't be disarmed
You just
Stop it up
Pass it on
Shove it to shelf it
To leave it off and
Turn over
Lounging against your weapons
Until your muscles find lock
In the ease of that position
A residue of tremor passes
As some cherie amour suggests
Maybe it was time to smash things up
But just
Stop it up
Pass it on
Shove it to shelf it
To lead it on and
Turn over
Stop, turnover
Stop, turn over
Stop it up
Pass it on
Shove it to shelf it
To lead it on and
Turn over
To just
Stop it up
Pass it on
Shove it to shelf it
To lead it on and
I'm only
I'm only sleeping