Everyone's asleep in the house but me They've long since caved in to the promise of dreams Everyone's asleep Suspending reality I'm trying to walk a straight line but it's so hard with these crossed eyes... Everyone's asleep while I wrestle with the heat This aging sweat silhouette knows that the deviant in me wants to go out I've a thirst for skirts and hell to raise Won't someone sing into my mouth? I'll do the same But I'm killing time in a ghost town Dim lights and dull sounds This is what it's like to be dead and leave behind little more than a stain in the carpet