Morning after Morning the sun is the remindernnThat sanity's on the run and light won't help me find hernnThis sphere of disease is still shitting and twistingnnBurning as we're turningnnChurning out bilennThe darkness under my mattressnnThe memories under my bednnThey creep around like creaturesnnAnd crawl inside my headnnThey wait around my thoughts until sanity's in sightnnTo pounce on and infect me in the middle of the nightnnMeditation is only a remedy for those on the road to sanitynnBut i left that road so long agonnPaved my own waynnBut now don't know where to go