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