I was strictly insomnimaniacal
Rose above sleep like something flammable
Vapour trails from the whites of my eyes
It's a long slow fall for the hypnotized
Lock me into a falling groove
'Cos there's not another soul who even moves me
Winter's razor at the base of my spine
I don't mind being divinely aligned
I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned by the thorns I did not create
I've been crowned
I've been crowned
Sawn-off scatter-gun rhythm kicked in
To the base of my brain with one hundred million
Switch blade sugar coated spines
Kiss me to a strange design
This suit of mine no longer fits
The style and the grace just got up and quit
So hold me unto this Holy Sacrament
That holds me in shape and in the present tense
I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned in black
Now I abdicate
I've been crowned
I've been crowned
I worshipped by the shrine of sleep
No miracle came to grant me peace
Day in, day out, while unawares
I died a while as my eyes just stared
Through the vapourous veil of my shotgun bride
I can hear her talking in a voice just like mine
And listen
Don't you know I've tried
To quit this insomnicide.
I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned by the thorns I did not create
I've been crowned
I've been crowned
And I've been crowned
I've been crowned
Here comes the hypnotist
Banish the anaesthetist
Bring me the head of Morpheus
Hey, Hey, Hey...