I can't yet hear the grind of the factory br I have just woken and my heart is racing br My heart is a racing fuse br Today I begin life as someone else br Not a homely mind minus worry br Today I repeat, and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat br br Monotony, sweat, the urge to run br The same procedure, the same procedure br Lucky I have an odd imagination br It eases the weight on my eyes, br The strain beneath the skull, br The thought of another day trying to sleep br Under a blue sky which just wants to fall br Into my mouth and make it all just disappear br Just disappear into someone else's problem br br Everything repeats itself though br Like my pacing heart br Never ever exploding br Only on the verge br Dangling from a cliff br Over and over and over and overbr br Anthony Dawsonbr br