I need to go the place where the blackouts live
I need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift
I couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock
Over consciouness eyes under electric shock
I need to use these fingers
Wrapped around this knife
Oh, I would k** for a quiet life
Never mind the obsessed they don't remember when
All of our waking hours were spent submerged again
I need a solid year removed from solid light
I need to disappear I need a quiet life