Painfully extracted from sleeping   To poison trees and people are vicious   They constantly search for the next ones   Alarms, TVs, and satellite dishes   Of all the things we think that will fix us   And the words they speak they sound just like sickness      So back to work, to sleep, and to dreaming,   To back to work, to sleep, and to dreaming,   So back to sleep, to work, and to dreaming, To back to work, to sleep, and to dreaming.