The street's reaching up to the open window   Too much information leaks in   And shoots up my spine   Lifting my head off the pillow   And the dust rises   When I set my feet on the floor      I breathe in and out while I try to focus   When I feel ok I twist my mouth   To save what little air is left      'Cause it's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   It's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   To survive, to survive, to survive   This situation, situation, situation   To survive, to survive, to survive   This situation, situation, situation      I keep far away but I'm missing nothing   My eyes are an endless panorama of blue   There's nothing here to block my view   And with a sideways glance   I am shown as much as I want to see      'Cause it's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   It's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions      In full motion   No variation   This need for speed   The notion of convulsion   This seed of greed   Shock activities   Lack of memories   Don't wanna be   Cannot see   Anything wrong with the picture      'Cause it's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   It's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   To survive, to survive, to survive   This situation, situation, situation   To survive, to survive, to survive   This situation, situation, situation      'Cause it's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   It's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions      It's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions   It's a question of constructing   An imitation of conditions...