Get Innocuous!

Home, home in the late night

And away, away in the half-life

Except Saturday, crushed by the boring

Until played and plagued again by the tourists

When once you had believed it

Now you see it's sucking you in

To string you along with the pretense

And pave the way for the coming release

Alone and prone in the half-light

And late, late to the real-life

If you find a way into the gold rush

You will stay until the morning comes

You can normalize, don't it make you feel alive?

You can normalize, don't it make you feel alive?

You can normalize, don't it make you feel alive?

You can normalize, don't it make you feel alive?

Get innocuous!