i get up from my bodynni float around the roomnnwhen i don't wake againnnwill never come too soonnni haunt myself till thennni sweep the dirty stepsnnand try to give more lovennthan i am to get and yetnnnni pry open my third eyennand burn from withinnnand try to find the cloudnnfrom next i beginnni haunt myself till thennni sweep the dirty stepsnnand try to give more lovennthan i am to get and yetnnnnthe son ambulant stumblennof all of the peoplennmakes me uncomfortablenni wish they'd all wake upnnnnthe truth is it's best to be ruthless with this