PLEASE OPEN THOSE BRIGHT EYES...THE SKY IS ON FIRE OVER HERE

This constant voicemail routine-.-.-.-.-.-.-
This fucking automated mockery-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
You sleep through sirens of war-.-.-.-.-.-..--
You dream through destruction from the big machine-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Timing the cancer rhythm -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Will it drive you to the floor?
Filling in dimensions as your soldier soul will form-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

All of the scattered medication-.-.-.-.-.-.-..-
All of the bottles with your name-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Trusting these man made creations
is trusting life with the insane-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-..-
Your naked body is a weapon-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
One of which you've no control-.-.-.-.-.-.-..-
Just one more thing about that brilliant power that you hold-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It's time to wake up sleeping beauty-.-.-.-.-.-.
It's time to hold the monster back-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Open up those bright eyes baby-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The sky is burning over here..-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-