The clock just struck eleven,
Welcome to the hallowed heaven.
Fuzzy lights puppet its way,
And we all want the dawn to stay away.
A few more drags to serenity
Do you feel yourself losing sanity ?
Counting steps to the balcony,
And we leave behind the agony.
Speaker, woofer, tweeter dies,
As Floyd sings in your Freud nights.
Your feet move to the mystic beats,
Like the howling dogs across the street!
A few more hours to reality,
Sleep induces normality.
But all we want is immortality,
When life now feels a formality… !