Wake up now little sleepyhead

From your nightmarish day with the dead trip

You'd be better off not to know

Of the wild seeds you let go

From your thorny fingertips

Try to clean bloodstained hands

That ran away and left the scene

Of a crime last night

Always thought you stood on the other side

Never thought the roof would cave in

Where you were hiding

There's a wave of fear that creeps right in

A vacant stare that can't say where it's been

Or what's been laced

The trail leads all over the place

There's an angel at your side

Who rescued you in a nick of time

Explains how you almost fell

And vanished into a fatal spell

She looks into your eyes and sees

There's something still missing

She notices a chunk bleeding from your chest

Tries to stop the bloodflow with her best compress

But the wreckage is in a mess

There's an emotional tax, figured in after the fact

And stories unfold

The world grows dark and bones get cold

You look into your heart and you know