Langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm 
And there's never so much seething 
That it can't be disarmed 
You just stop it up, 
Pass it on 
Shove it to shelf it, 
To leave it off and turnover 
Lounging against your weapons, 
Until your muscles find lock 
In the ease of that position, 
residue of tremor passes 
As some cherie amour suggests 
That maybe it was time to smash things up 
But just stop it up, 
Pass it on 
Shove it to shelf it, 
To lead it on and turnover 
I'm only sleeping