Industry For The Blind

Cryogenic Sleep - Milemarker

I missed the call

Slept through the sirens

Alarms ring that I don't hear

It's long past evacuation

My slumber's deeper than the fear

My waking hours know trepidation

Thus eyes closed tight against the sun

I've considered my position

And found no reasons to run

I have no instinct for survival

My will to live is pillow soft

Perhaps that's some indication of our state

I stand against

Though horizontally

I want to see this algebra cut into

The surgical spotlight og hourly life

Chained to the bedpost of modern man

The strongest will is the weakest life

I want to see the algebra cut in two

I've got to know why you left

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov

I've got to know why you said molotov