a whispered curse under his breath   a whispered prayer over a death   a sunrise blotted out by cloud   a mother sleeping by the shroud      a poison word that’s never said.   a simple frame above the bed.   a poison word will not deceive.   you don’t believe what you believe.      you want the want.   you want the want   (if it doesn’t kill you first   it might just drive you mad)      the vision doesn’t disappoint   the ghost is lighting up a joint   the fickle crowd has gone to sleep   you’re ready now to take the leap      you want the want.   you want the want.   you want the want.   you want the want.   (if it doesn’t kill you first   it might just drive you mad)