faces places moving round your mind ideas come cruel ideas come kind lying in a state of constant confusion and your brain has suffered an illusion come into being things you re seeing around your head lay in bed images shifting before your eyes mis tended bodies reach to the skies whining noises inside your head limbs are broken you wish you were dead come into being things you re seeing around your head lay in bed touched on the brow by unseen hands petrified to where you stand death comes never a shedding tear wake up shouting sweating with fear  come into being things you re seeing around your head wish you were dead