Everyone's Asleep in the House but Me

Everyone's asleep in the house but me
They've long since caved in
To the promise of dreams

Everyone's asleep suspending reality
I'm trying to walk a straight line
But it's so hard with these crossed eyes

Everyone's asleep
While I wrestle with the heat
This aging sweat-stained silhouette
Knows that the deviant in me wants to go out

I've a thirst for skirts and hell to raise
Won't someone sing into my mouth
And I'll do the same

I'm killing time in a ghost town
Dim lights and dull sounds

So this is what it's like to be dead
And leave behind little more than
A stain in the carpet