It's too dark not to see the harvest moon Risen from the ashes of a burning afternoon It's as big as a fist Too pertinent not to slip by you Sweating Trembling Nauseated Curled up On my bed by the river As the cars roll on Their eyes are the only thing that the crumbling curb stops From rolling me over When the morning comes No one calls It's all too real Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel Nothing calls You're not real Dig me a hole if you say I don't feel They took my asylum And they took my mattress Uncomfortable seeing my prelude to death So come one come all To see my open casket Free of admission To see what I got left