Текст песни Full Turn

This place is growing old,
Weathering, aging.
Seasons flicker by.
It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy.

Note the movie score:
Pieced together with glue and rubber bands,
Edited, and abridged to race through time, and still remain a child.

The movie cuts from scene to scene, filmed quite awkwardly.
Now look, he's barking like a beast, in his mid twenties.
Still, there is no audience to see this young man's misery.
What does he do with this degree from the university?
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He lays his body down, eyes close slowly.
Dark is the room, doorless, lonely.
Keep the camera on, can't miss a second.
He tosses and turns, then it's back to sleep again.

His skull is soft, his feet protrude the bed.

Big, full turn; stuck between the nine and five.
Sharp, left turn; the sacrifice to stay alive.

(Turn it)
Seven to one, seven to one.
Look at his face, look what they've done.