theres no window in this roomnnot that i've really missed the viewnits just that i may soon forgetnthe way the grass looks when its wetnnit seems to sad to call this homenhowever i had time to think about the past to write this songnim running out of inknnim trying hard to read your mindnbuilt a machine to travel timenblessing the globe with pestilencenthis is my magic residencennit seems to sad to call this homenhowever i had time to thinknthe medication does not workntheres poison in my drinknnnow i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep.nif i should die before i wake, then thats just my luck.nnthey never told me they would put me awaynni am not insaneni am not crazynni made a magic wand todaynmaybe ill wish myself awaynnext to the ocean where birds singnthese are a few of my favorite thingsnnit seems too sad to call this homenhowever i've had time to thinknabout the past and what went wrongnim running out of inknnoh the sicknessnoh the sadnessni cant thinkn