If you were to ask me
I'd say we're a society
That is in desperate need
Of sheep counting

Part of the walking dead
We lay our weary heads
Yet stay awake instead
Worries mounting

And when we do finally
Drift off into much needed sleep
Awakened by the scream
Of the ALARM CLOCK TAUNTING

Dragging us up from the deep
Back into harsh reality
Jumping in with both feet
Sleepwalking

As we make our way
Through another dreary day
Zombies on display
In constant shuffle

Mostly unaware
How we all got here
Not a one of us that's clear
In mid-mumble

Who do we think we're kidding
In doing the Sandmans bidding
Is this any way to make a living
It's all so daunting

And yet we carry on
As if there's nothing wrong
Just shuffling along
Sleepwalking