dead sleep   you give good face, you've got so many   rubbing both your hands like you were shinning up a penny   everyones your friend everyones your lover   i pull the knife out of my back, just to discover   loyalty is motivation settling it's score   no matter what you give in it will always want some more   obsticles are opportunities waiting without wings   i need a bat to smash the mirror my conclusions bring   i count on me to count on nothing, i can count that on no hands   i count on me to count on nothing, found me someone who understands this   i think it's you. i think it's you. i think it's you that i want into   and if you do. if you do too. and if you do then i hope you   keep up the pace you'll find hope if there's any   trouble wears your face like a finger holding back the levy   never one to bend, never one to wonder   i'm the fool 'cause i don't understand, so i stand under   royalty of post invasion, life is not a chore   give everything then give in, tell me who could ask for more   popsicles and firecrackers angels without wings   i need to stack and burn to black all of my favorite things   and count on me to count on nothing, i can count that on no hands   i count on me to count on nothing, found me someone who understands this   i think it's you. i think it's you. i think it's you that i want into   and if you do, if you do too, and if you do then i hope you   don't wait up 'cause i'm not going to sleep   out of all of these thoughts decide which ones i can keep   don't wait up 'cause i'm not going to bed, so much of nothing to do   i guess i'll sleep when i'm dead   so much of nothing to do   i guess i'll sleep when i'm dead   so much of nothing to do   i guess i'll sleep when i'm dead...