Yearning strange voices speak to me is it true how can it be hidden under my bed something's creeping up my bed strange people strange places change their feelings change their faces shades of grey in the night you know I'm freezing inside I thought I saw it was a product of public relation my whole moved it was a spasm of my imagination finally I open my eyes they're waiting for me in filthy disguise I saw cameleons keep their place what a beauty what a grace paralyzed on the left cutting my brain sensory area ribbed with pain! ribbed with pain! |