A Million Crises -

So I try to reach for the window sight, another Sunday bright

But the fever makes me weak for light, I think I’ll stay in bed 'til

Night

I can’t tell by words but it’s time to search and replace

In despair and out of command I’m close to collapse

As my needs are breaking down my defence, corroding to erase

My intense and fervent thirst improves my will to fight

Like a million crises banging inside, and forcing me to attend

It’s the common way of the symptoms that I provide

I can’t tell by words but it’s time to search and replace

In despair and out of command I’m close to collapse

Neither daystar nor the moonlight appears to aspire

And I swallow all these lies, they’ll become my disguise