First draft
The cat's asleep in the basket
And you feel no pain
It's not real it's just plastic
It's the novacaine.
You feel like you're falling
And you never land
You think that it's appalling
That laughter is canned.
You never saw it coming
Cause you don't look back
Day might as well be nighttime
You don't look back
You don't look back
Now you're asleep in your casket
You were in some pain
It made you feel ecstatic
When you took cocaine.
I thought you'd fear of falling
Will you ever land?
I think that it's appalling
That your mind is canned.
You never saw it coming
Didn't watch your back
Day might as well be nighttime
It's all turned black...
And you won't be back
When you woke that morning
Like every other day
As if nothing ever happened
Your morality play
But not today
You never saw it coming
Cause you don't look back
Day might as well be nighttime
You don't look back
You don't look back