No sleep, you're counting those falling
Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder
The wild flower waltzing,
The locomotive crawling
But on the wheels where the rust don't stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain

No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide.
Johnny-come-lately
Black lights suit you baby

Too sweet, it's there for the killing
Lie there at your feet, but the face in the mirror has grown older
A bell's distant ringing, the scorpion stinging
Bells making noise, but your mind don't care
Words screaming in like you