WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails
Everything is good and what I've dreamed
Everything is wrong and not what we ever dreamed
Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about
Touching innocence and those that never chose
Tomorrow will be better but for today, I'm missing my Rex.
When it's nobody's business the way that you want to live
I just have to remember there'll be days like this
Those with plenty but dare not share could lose it all with nothing to spare.
Panic simmers beneath the skin
Can't believe what is true
Your fathers God becomes your own