Besedila: Operation Ivy. Energy. Sleep Long.

One day I saw a man asleep
In a doorway on the street
Subconcious death was his coercion
Buy and consume and want and need
Never fall from the trap of greed
I thought about the bitter pain of jail cells
In falling rain I thought ahead and looked away
What can you do anyway and sheltered youth and our pretention

Avert our eyes to divert attention
Only to see the human
Victims always there to remind us
Sleep long sleep well
Only to awake in hell