Crowned - These Immortal Souls

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…