Wake Up
Wake up
Get out of bed
Extract all these dreams
That were in my sleeping head
My brain cave is the womb
for the subconscious baby
his quiet snugly tomb
my memories are your memories
are our memories
they barely exist
they are out of control
low and behold
Low and behold
They are unilateral
You are
You are fucked up
Wake up
Wake up
Unscrew your head
write down all your dreams
into books that can be read
the end is coming soon
for the subconscious baby
in the tiny womb
his memories are your memories
are our memories
they barely exist
they are out of control
low and behold
Low and behold
They are unilateral
You have a mystery
Ill keep it a secret
It has no history
I wonder if I should keep it
Its contradictory
I speak of your secret
You have a mystery
Expose your self
You're like no body else
Compose your self
You've been through the worst hell
You drowned him in a stream
of your subconscious
you know its thoughtless
its a mystery
Your tragic history.
credits
from Couch Couch Demos,
released May 1, 2014
Justin Palma: Drums
Todd Ashenfalder: Bass
Nickolas Kossup : Guitar/Vocals
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