Is this how you say, “Mon coeur bat la chamade?" Which pills did I take? Were those bills ever paid?
Sleep is a myth Believed but never witnessed by me
The spider bites are back The eggs have finally hatched
Sleep is a myth I believe it exists But only for the opulent
Don’t worry about the money We’ll get by or we won’t You look better hungry You wear your weary eyes well Now give me everything and then some Bring out what’s dead and dying in your troubled head Your lifeless body will awaken
