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In the night

By the light grown to dementia

I'm alright

It's all the others that are clearly insane

Unturning

Discerning what card to lay

I'm burning

Still learning to kerb my ways

Pretty little Anna

I felt her heart like the start of a tribal beat

As the trees grew dark at the edge of her

Periphery

I'm not the wolf when I don't want to be

I dreamt a life with me the hero

But when the moon is full and the alcohol grips my veins

Sanity hits a perfect zero

Desire

Fires lick the slopes of a sick Pompeii

I'm tired

Holding roped the beast from its wicked ways

But I'm alright

It's all the others that are clearly insane

Pretty little Anna

Pretty little hammer

Bury it away

I watched her back for the lack of a front to

Play

As the sky grew black at this beauty in her

Disarray

I'm not the wolf when I don't want to be

I dreamt a life with me the hero

But when the moon is full and the alcohol grips my veins

Sanity hits a perfect zero

Sanity hits a perfect zero when you're around

My feet don't touch the ground

Spirited away to a distant shore

Driven to a madness sweet and virginal

What sights!

What rights does she have to steal my mind

Again?

Those cold eyes give her away

They give her away

Give her away

Give her away to this passion plague