9. One to Help you Sleep

Eyes alight, receptive, alive,
righteous by their own twisted right.
And in it all, all of it, it all got in.
Subscription girls with Jesus in their hearts
and cocaine cutting up their blood.
Just have to touch, you have to get the taste...
We all become these fucking madmen
for the chance to wash it off in the morning.

No cause for beautiful celebration.
We just need it to get to sleep often.
And it's how we go on.

It’s just like with all beliefs:
choose the one that helps you sleep.

You might be right to be out of your mind…

You're right to run from the point of the knife.
The world gives you only these few choices:
to drink it in, to drink and drink up the whole town,
or lock yourself away with a bottle, your throat,
and the belief that only this is real in the world.
You’ll give in, we all lose the taste…
A design of these fucking madmen
who play with war and well-being to grow their money.

No cause for beautiful celebration.
We just need it to get to sleep often.
And it's how we get off.

Just like in old children's stories
with all their happy endings:
whatever it takes to help you sleep.

And it’s just like with all beliefs:
choose the one that helps you sleep.

Whatever it means.
Whatever we need
to get to sleep.
We'll do it
and forget
we hate to be awake
without this.