wake up now little sleepyhead from your nightmarish day with the dead trip you d be better off not to know of the wild seeds you let go from your thorny fingertips try to clean the bloodstained hands that ran away and left the scene of the crime last night always stood on the other side never thought the roof would cave in where you were hiding there s a wave of fear that creeps right in a vacant stare that can t say where it s been or what s been laced the trail leads all over the place there s an angel at your side who rescued you in the nick of time explains how you almost fell and vanished into a fatal spell she looks into your eyes and sees there s something still missing something s still missing still missing she notices a chunk bleeding from your chest tries to stop the bloodflow with her best compress but the wreckage is in a mess an emotional tax figured in after the facts and stories unfold the world grows dark and bones get cold you look into your heart and you know there s something still missing something s still missing still missing