In a rate a circle run A permanent score Left for settle on the plain Shudder According to bearings Or assembling Piles in ties, all in vain Redundant Fighting these alleged barriers Null Relaps and recollected Deteriorated whole Not an option Neither sight nor have I aim No way or compass While asleep or wide awake No feet or surface Absence of meaning, chaotic Talk nine teen to the dozen Guns over no warranty Taking war nearer Add your steps over Redundant Fighting these alleged barriers Null Elapse and recollected Deteriorated whole Not a fucking option The notions failed on me When I thought, I thought I had it right Tongues tide me mute Hands tide No plain need catching me at sight So much for Waking up: Good night So much for Waking up: Good night Neither sight nor have I aim No way or compass While asleep or wide awake No feet or surface