awsome20029 Got song #23 correct. Onwards!
I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy,
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got to be like this, is this living free
I don't want to be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands
I'll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness,
Some see a pen, I see a harpoon
I'll stay awake, cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight
