In the morning When i awake The room spins round my stomach ache That leads straight to my head The curtains are closed The room is cold And there's nothing left But my memory Scratching the air Another body falls to the floor And a disfigured face Waits at the door As the brain collapses And you couldn't ever call this living When you're physically going Through directions Trying to avoid the obvious Dead end I don't want to see The obvious dead end
