Here Comes The Night

Hear the sound of crying drifting in my brain
Elevator prozac going insane
Dislocated daybreak hangs around my neck
Pale against the canvas, get ready for a change
I feel a hole inside my body
I want to go where insects hide the silence
I wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces of broken hopes
Life leaves shortcuts of happy trails
History is the only thing that can take care of us
I sleep on a concrete bed
Wake up to see all the long faces leaving traces of broken hopes