I wake up in the middle of the night. I shiver in a state of fright. And the dream in my head doesn't fade. It gets clearer instead. . In my dream people are slaves.
I am not the father of 2.3. And I am still burning to be free. No more time, no long you drag my way. Through the numbered hours at the end of the day.
I feel like playing the game tonight. This town gets lonely after midnight. And when the animal hunger runs deep. I know I'm never gonna get to sleep.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Fade away like frozen photographs. Remember, forget. The stakes, the ways you take. The ways you make the moments pass. . Forever regret, I tell a beautiful lie.
This is the story that time forgot. And though some names have changed. Some names, some names have not. . Tune in every night at six oclock. You can open up a magic box and see me there.