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 facts    and stories unfold    the world grows dark and bones get cold    you look into your heart and you know    there's something still missing