Breathless

Hate!

Food for the soul
You think you don't care
Who you trying to fool

The unkindest cut

don't belong to brutus alone
William never thought about family
lost in his roman homily

The creepy crawleys inside my head

Trainspotting the living undead
A roller from Vegas bon voyage
Money for nothing... goes the adage

Awake!

The dream is too real

Mr. Anderson oracle is too near
One inside the other, I smell of fear

And so it chugs along

Dragging my incoherence

Now I see you... Now I don't

This is to be... my untold won't