Orwell

Three thirty two am one of those nights again Is there someone drilling inside my head? Beyond ridiculous No matter what position I put myself in I can not rest At one point my right leg was above my head True, the poses one does laying within their bed. Oh dio I got work tomorrow I wanna coffee I know that wont help oh just sneezed Was told once its because someone is hating you from afar Wow, how random can one get? Pitch black well my mind's awake but my body ain’t Get out of my way the kitchen is calling Ohh god how long till day break? I look out the window bless your kind soul delivering goods at this time The future will be drones make no mistake War, fuel shortages, random out-breaks I can not remember a time where we were so fragile Pull the curtain away from your eyes it’s just what they tell you. No denying I am comfortable in my space Come and get me you bastards! Thinking of you ''Orwell'' noone is listening mate When they decide too it shall be far too late.