Red Tape Diaries Restless Slumber
Restless slumber, indecision
Multiplies with great precision
Dreams of prison, a deep disquiet
A heavy heart, I can't deny...
My eyes are closed but I hear it storming
The night has grown to a bitter morning
Daylight breaking, birds forewarning
An eerie calm, but dark clouds forming
No work you do is satisfying
But joyless labor's gratifying
Chopping wood until it's sawdust
The fuel that feeds you burns the hottest
If you can be quiet, you can hear something
Distant computers whirring, whizzing
For just one moment, the world is silent
No one's talking, but someone's listening
Close your hands, you can't receive it
That's okay, cuz you don't need it
You eat your own shit, you create it
You eat the chicken and the egg that laid it
Everything is everything
Is everything is everything
Is everything
Everything is everything