I was strictly
insomnimaniacal
Rose above sleep like
something flammable.
Vapour trails from the
whites of my eyes
It's a long slow fall for the
hypnotized.
Lock me into a falling groove
'Cos there's not another
soul who even moves me.
Winter's razor at the base of
my spine
I don't mind being divinely
aligned.
I've been crowned by
sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned by thorns
I did not create
I've been crowned. I've
been crowned.
Sawn-off scatter-gun rhythm
licked in
To the base of my brain with
a hundred million
Switch blade sugar coated
spines
Kiss me to a strange design.
this suit of mine no
longer fits
The style and the grace just
got up and quit.
So hold me unto this Holy
Sacrament
That holds me in shape and
in the present tense.
I've been crowned by
sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned in
black, now
I abdicate.
I've been crowned. I've
been crowned.
I worshipped by the shrine
of sleep
No miracle came to grant
me peace.
Day in, day out, while
unawares
I died a while as my eyes
just stared.
Through the vapourous veil
of my
SHOTGUN BRIDE, I can
hear her talking
in a voice just like mine.
And listen, don't you know
I've tried
To quit this insomnicide.
I've been crowned by
sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned by thorns
I did not create.
Welcome the Hypnotist
Banish the Anaesthetist
Bring me the head of
Morpheus.
Hey, Hey, Hey..........
