Turnover

Langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm And there's never so much seething That it can't be disarmed You just stop it up, Pa*s it on Shove it to shelf it, To leave it off and turnover Lounging against your weapons, Until your muscles find lock In the ease of that position, A residue of tremor pa*ses As some cherie amour suggests That maybe it was time to smash things up But just stop it up, Pa*s it on Shove it to shelf it, To lead it on and turnover I'm only sleeping