Three thirty seven AM,
The fire alarms go off in my head,
The sprinklers have all gone dead,
The madman stole my voice from me,
Spoke out of turn into her ears,
Scared her away and she's not here.

Tears decorate the face,
Disbelief has filled my heart,
I can't tell myself apart
From the lunatic,
With claws upon my soul,
He's left me all alone.

Her blue eyes disappear,
Into the silence of the night,
I can hear me breathe, I can hear me sigh,
And I feel so weird tonight,
There's a face in the window,
Staring, burning in sorrow.

Green light means danger,
Forget what they taught you yesterday,
Stake to the heart to end my way,
Your soul bloodied with my soul,
My ways, my words, my thoughts, my eyes,
Buried away in the vaults of your mind.

I will turn you crazy,
I will turn you into me,
Like the madman that spoke in my dream,
I will be your lunatic.