Home- home in the late-night
and away- away in the half-life
except Saturday- crushed by the boring
until played and plagued again by the touristsWhen once you had believed it
now you see it's sucking you inTo string you along with the pretense
and pave the way for the coming releaseAlone and prone in the half-light
and late- late to the real-life
if you find a way into the gold rush
you will stay until the morning comes
You can normalize don't it make you feel alive
Get innocuous!
