When realization takes its toll
Procrastination makes its lull
A new sensation on a roll
And I can't take it any more
Sleep walking strut of a dead man
Living out all his dreams inside a garbage can
Losing all sensation in his right hand
The sleep walking strut of a lonely dead man.
Can't break it if you can't bend it
You've got no gauze, so you can't mend it
Just through up your hands and say
