My weekend...

Music's great, it starts with an heartache, books and breaks, a train and I am not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to the music churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it loud an aux speak, grunt, no, strength. Heart start to patter with fear fight down sight. Adire in desire, represent the seven sins a monument to friday night. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team dancers bouncing, turning, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, quid pro quo, population, common ground, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. Bar is serving all you need, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered in the right - right. You chaotic, neurotic, slam, light, bright sprite, feeling pretty drained.

It's the end of the weekend as I know it.
It's the end of the weekend as I know it.
It's the end of the weekend as I know it and I feel tired.

Ten o'clock - wakeup hour. Walking out, slow mile per hour. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself yern. Looking in, uniforming, book burning, blood lessing. Cost of travel escalate. Calory incinerate. Snuff a candle, make a votive. Move down, step down. Moving through the crush, crushed. Uh oh, this means no fear - dissapear. Lunatic steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I resign.

It's the end of the weekend as I know it.
It's the end of the weekend as I know it.
It's the end of the weekend as I know it and I feel tired.

The other night I felt like knives, continental heart divide. Mountains have easy time, Roast dinner tasty dine, neurotic guild rhetoric, Plane of fear why are we here? Ice cream party, want a flake, kill machine, boom! You narcotic, semiotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the weekend as I know it.
It's the end of the weekend as I know it.
It's the end of the weekend as I know it and I feel tired.

(It's time I had some time alone)