| Pale face get up. | |
| Hollow eyes get up. | |
| You've got a secret for me, you're out running your age. | |
| It's in your hand: neat pack of euphoria. | |
| It's devastating and you're pleased. | |
| Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence. | |
| How do you stumble like you do? | |
| I wish I understood myself, as well as you do. | |
| Got to get up. | |
| All day you've got to stay up, when will you get off? |