I'm constantly under the knife's blade these days
Shaking silently under death's subtle gaze
All through the blackest and bleakest night's haze
Until the sky is painted with the morning rays
'
But on a pillowless bed my weary head it lays
A kink in my neck, but it's not worth it to raise
My piano a dissonant song it plays
The pain is worth more than the blood it pays
'
Mark my words, this is a symptomless craze
But more than eyes and ears it will faze
The numbers of seconds and hours and days
Will come back to bite you in numerous ways
