what a shame

Every morning my alarm clock goes off at 4pm, all the same, all the same. I roll over to greet the cold side of my bed, I'm to blame, I'm to blame. Cold water on my body to calm my brain, calm my brain. I work the night shifts because I'm insane, I'm insane. A lucid dream in picture frame, picture frame. I seek the answer, a bitter pain, a bitter pain. I find nothing, useless strain, useless strain. Ignorance, what a shame, what a shame.