i wonder what is happening under my nose
the answer; so simple--
i'm conjuring up a ghost
oh insomnia poison this mind
and leave my sanity far behind
into the silver world
where fairies tell tales of boring humans
queen manipulation is settling my mind
with hoarse whispers in italics
lies, lies, lies
come sailing on plastic wrap
give me a picture of a silver world
and yawn for me Anesthesia; until the next turn
in line
and the next one to burn, tonight
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