Birds are singing
a song of confusion.
It’s the middle of the night,
but because of the pollution
they sing a song of confusion.

They can’t tell the difference
between the night and day,
because it’s so bright,
that they keep singing away.

Two men stood in front of me –
One he used to be and one he is now.
One of them told me: “I’m the lesser of two evils,”
But the other reminded: “You and I, we’re not that different.”

A slight fear ran up and down my spine,
I loved them both but could not decide.
I looked them in the eyes, so blue and so dark,
Their gaze left a heart-shaped mark.
A man stood in front of me –
“I’m the lesser of two evils,” he said.
I took him to the grave where she was laid
And for the first time he was finally able to see
That Laura Palmer was actually me.

she was like the thick
(::layer::) of dust on
an old lightbulb;
*hazardous to the )l u ,n g s.