Early Morning - Samiam

Pale face get up.

Hollow eyes get up.

YouЈ›e got a secret for me,

youЈ-e out running your age.

ItЈ— in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.

ItЈ— devastating and youЈ-e pleased.

Disease.

Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.

How do you stumble like you do?

I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.

Got to get up.

All day youЈ›e got to stay up,

when will you get off?