I got so much worse, waiting for the waking world The sun is low, we can't think what to do We struggle to, stay asleep and disinfect it Your heart aches, but you know we're moving through Do we even judge you? Or is it just to humor us? Before we die, if only we could heal ourselves We weren't there, need to be hooked up to these machines Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh...
