the sword of damocles is hanging over my head.
and i've got the feeling someone's going to be cutting the thread.
i woke up this morning with a start when i fell out of bed.
and left from my dreaming was a feeling of un-nameable dread.
my high is low. i'm dressed up with no place to go.
oh, no no, no no.
no no no, no no.
oh no no no no.
no no no no.
no no no no.
no no no no.
creature of the night.
creature of the night.
i'm just seven hours old truly beautiful to behold and somebody should be told my libido hasn't been controlled now the only thing i've come to trust is an orgasmicrush of lust rose tints my world keeps me safe from my trouble and pain.