6 AM your phone's aglownA morning cough, a hoarse hellonThe angry voice on the other side is spoutingnIt tells you this is your last chancenGet it together, or get lostnWhat follows is the all too familiar damage control plannnSlowly, the breach growsnAnd nothing is saidnnWake up, wake up, wake upnThere's blood on the floornWake up, wake up, wake upnSome signs you shouldn't ignorenTake a look at the state you're innThe state of self indifferencenConsider this your wake up callnn1 AM you're fading fastnA frozen stare, another glassnThe worried voice inside your head is gagingnYou tell yourself this is the last timenYou'll get it together, you'll get bynWhat follows is the sickly sound of cleaving veneernnSlowly, the crack swellsnHeld by a threadnSilence prevailsnAnd nothing is saidnnWake up, wake up, wake upnThere's blood on the floornWake up, wake up, wake upnSome signs you shouldn't ignorenTake a look at the state you're innThe state of self indifferencenConsider this your wake up call