Turnover

Langour rises reaching
To turn off the alarm 
And there's never so much seething 
That it can't be disarmed 
You just
 
Stop it up, 
Pass it on 
Shove it to shelf it, 
To leave it off and 
Turnover 

Lounging against your weapons, 
Until your muscles find lock 
In the ease of that position 
A residue of tremor passes 
As some cherie amour suggests 
That maybe it was time to smash things up 
But just

Stop it up
Pass it on 
Shove it to shelf it 
To leave it on and 
Turnover 

Stop, Turnover
Stop, Turnover

Stop it up, 
Pass it on 
Shove it to shelf it
To leave it on and 
Turnover 

To just
Stop it up 
Pass it on 
Shove it to shelf it
To leave it on and 
Turnover 

I'm rolling 
I'm only
I'm only sleeping