Memories of pain, you're screaming again, you're going insane.

Dark thoughts are sometimes called nightmares when your eyes are closed.
and eventually your eyes open and you remember memories
and you call them thoughts but they swarm and sting like a cloud of wasps
and you remember their eyes and you remember to forget before your eyes refuse to close again.

No sleep means dark thoughts become elaborate plots for white sheep
and bread trails become dead tales as you climb off the cross while muttering "me, me, me!"

So you shake the glass from your entrails
and lick the blood from your hang nails
and suddenly nothing ******* rhymes and you realize you don't care
and the little booklet that tells you how to play the game gets wet
and you can't even read it.

and finally you have nothing.
and nothing makes sense.

And now you can sleep, but the dark creeps close and fills your nose, breaks your bones, and milks your moans.

Memories of pain, you're screaming again, you're going insane.