"Lions After Slumber" lyrics

My diplomacy, my security, my hope, and my ice cream
My tomorrow and my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration
My notebook and my limit, my importance and my glycerine
My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm
My hunger, my refusal, my tissue, and my vodka
My omission, my ability, my telephone, and my holler
My relaxing, my distress, or my bedroom, my cassette
My addiction and my pulse, my fortune and my death
My flake and my restlessness, my headache and my dirt
My paper and my charity, my rose and my pallor
My guess and my closet, my light and my time
My worry, my perversity, my transgression
My temptation and my polythene, or my gunshot
My jealousy and my water
My demands, my angels and my waiting and my distance
My death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory
My partner and my sadness, my story, my wantonness

My wish, my despair, my erasure, my plantation
My white chocolate, my thoughtlessness, my gracelessness
My courage and my crying, my pockets and my mistakes
My body and my sex, my gaze and my helplessness
My letter, my sugar, my homework, my walk
My records, my smile, and my struggle
My reflection, my eyelids, my fragility, my discretion
My hair, my austerity, my tattoo, my demise
My fooling and my terror, My problem and my judgement
Oh, my disguise, my tongue
Or my ownership, or my formula, or my property, or my thought, or my razor
Or my blessing and my silence, my lust and my practice
My sincerity, my penicillin, and my window and my androgyny
My mother, my recorder, my pity, and my posing
My lies or my carelessness
And my drummer, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer
My tenderness and my car, my undoing and my history
My bottle and my drugs, my drugs, my drugs
Tomorrow, my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration, my notebook

My limit, my importance, my glycerine, my customer, my function
My lawlessness, my charm, and my hunger
My refusal, and my tissue, my vodka, my omission

My ability and my telephone, and my holler, my relaxing
My distress and my bedroom, my restlessness, and my headache
And my dirt and my paper, charity, and my rose
My pallor, my guess, and my closet
My light and my time, my worry, my adversity
My transgression, honey, my temptation, honey
My polythene or my jealousy
My water or my demands, my angels
Or my waiting, my distance or my death, my curtness, my insulin
My memory or my partner, my refrigerator
My sadness and my story, my wantonness, my slipping
My wish and my despair, my erasure, my plantation, my chocolate
My thoughtlessness and my gracelessness, my courage and my crying
My pockets, my homework
Are like lions after slumber in un-vanquishable number
Oh, yeah