Malnourished muscles twitch Palms itch as I stitch together dollar bills to make things better A way to remind myself that money won't last forever Reaching for the exit & running out of ties to sever I guess I'll never learn that some things you can never turn back from No turning back from this slow burning black abyss They'll blast this blasphemy as You're keeping count Of sheep Still in bed Dreaming fast asleep Keep dreaming, dreamer But quit dreaming you'll keep her Where you're headed There's no time for sleep Your best bet is to wake up & leave her But what if this is the selling of the soul? I swear I'm only doing as I was told Am I somehow doing the Devil's bidding By writing words that these kids just aren't forgetting? These damn rhymes are damning me Well, show me a Hell I haven't seen If there's a Heaven, then I hope I can still go there Anything but getting carsick on roads that lead me to nowhere So save my mother the worry, tell her I'll be just fine when I'll only be burning