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 thorns I did not create I've been crowned. I've been crowned.
Sawn-off scatter-gun rhythm licked in To the base of my brain with a 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 thorns I did not create. Welcome the Hypnotist Banish the Anaesthetist Bring me the head of Morpheus.