NIGHT WHISPERS (III)
Now tell me
How to stop
The feelings
Send our intelligence
And call down
Did you feel last night
Down bee
Not having to remember old days
Who I am
How important
My number
Recalls all my youth
Did you pick the suicide pills
And the silver bullet
And I believe in ear my life
Do I am simply fat I
I have found the reason
I have to remember old days
Lonely to forget it
Night after night to inventing
A knowledge dome
Your room is eight
You're going miles away
I think you're never been slept in
He says