With the senses laid in the ground I can feel the strongest desire And slow down time With the fences reclaiming regard I feel tight and slight the real player A dose I know Lazy nights, Unfriendly sites Children, Your father sometimes dies Your father sometimes flies, Children Regain a morbid essence Plucked all wordly aims The lone good felt is a credance to survive To snare the addiction slide Sullen stay, Distressing need hence sore Loser worm, The addictions sign The addictions humble sign Children, wait here please, let me taste your smile With the senses laid in the ground