Up in the sky
On the eve of garbage day
The crescent moon mocks me
Leering down from the sky
I try to shake off
The pounding in my head
wake up wake up wake up
Because the whispers don't help
They never do

The stars are melting
They're coming down
Too fast to count
And they're getting closer

Back at the hospital
The doctors worry
The patient's been out
For two weeks now
Screaming in her fitful sleep
whispering to herself
wake up wake up wake up
In her padded cell

Something sharp to take the edge off?