Lyric Shock Activities

The street s reaching up to the open window
Too much information leaks in
And shoots up my spine
Lifting my head off the pillow
And the dust rises
When I set my feet on the floor

I breathe in and out while I try to focus
When I feel ok I twist my mouth
To save what little air is left

Cause it s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
It s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
To survive, to survive, to survive
This situation, situation, situation
To survive, to survive, to survive
This situation, situation, situation

I keep far away but I m missing nothing
My eyes are an endless panorama of blue
There s nothing here to block my view
And with a sideways glance
I am shown as much as I want to see

Cause it s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
It s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions

In full motion
No variation
This need for speed
The notion of convulsion
This seed of greed
Shock activities
Lack of memories
Don t wanna be
Cannot see
Anything wrong with the picture

Cause it s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
It s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
To survive, to survive, to survive
This situation, situation, situation
To survive, to survive, to survive
This situation, situation, situation

Cause it s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
It s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions

It s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions
It s a question of constructing
An imitation of conditions...